Reporting in from Berlin!
/I miss blogs! This is going to be some random stream of consciousness bullshit.
The hubs and I just got to the second leg of our wintry European tour - the crispy cold, foggy geometric landscape of Berlin! We arrived last night after a fun train ride from Amsterdam where the announcers changed which connecting trains we needed to take five times. All while telling us the corrections in Dutch, German, and English which was quite impressive and took a while. Luckily we skittered over to the right connecting train (along with everyone else who was going to Berlin) in the nick of time and managed not to knock over anything important with our backpacks in the stuffy, sleek train compartment. I wish I could say the same for the man putting on his coat and knocking the flower vase and coffee cups off his breakfast table in Amsterdam the morning we left - his wife and kids laughed at him out onto the street. The STREET. The indignity.
James disappeared to the cafe car and returned with a beautiful sight - tiny bottle of wine and focaccia with pears and cheese melted into it. All I’ve been eating here is some form of bread and cheese and I could not be happier (though my pants probably want a break). Does it balance out with all the walking? Yeahhhh … no.
Berlin experiences!
I can’t for the life of me retain or speak German, and when I try it’s with absolute fear
Gluhwein is mulled wine and it is fucking delicious
We have robot blinds in our AirBNB that don’t recognize us as their master
The Memorial to the Murdered Jews of Europe is one of the best art installations and experiences I’ve ever seen
Trying to navigate a washer/dryer in a foreign country is hilarious - and by hilarious I mean insanely frustrating
I was expecting to see a lot of epic winged black eyeliner and big black boots in Berlin, and I have not been disappointed
