The awesomeness continued this week. Michael and Patrick were still here and we continued to eat and drink a little too well. My meatatarianism is ploughing full force ahead. I've (unfortunately) discovered that I have been missing out on some pretty insane flavours and so I am giving in to it. You can thank Europe for making me an easier-to-feed person from here on out.
On an unrelated note, I love this picture.
Wednesday was Patrick's birthday (yay!) so we wanted to do something special. So we went to Potsdam, which is a little town west of the city that's supposed to be super lovely but I have to say, we weren't all that amazed. It might have partially been due to the fact that like everything was under major construction. But there were some saving graces and we had a nice day anyway. And like Berlin, Potsdam loves colour!
The highlight was a fair we came across. Lots of airbrushed babes on cars, but my favourite part was seeing the difference in the snack vendors which naturally all had super german lettering.
But... truthfully... while we had a good time (because it's impossible not to have fun with Patrick and Michael), this sign we saw in Potsdam kind of summed it up for me.
Dave left to go to Paris for five days and we were all sad to see him go. We went to the Olympic Stadium that was made for the 1933 olympics, which is totally crazy to think about because when that was happening, there were literally concentration camps operating in the city. How did that get overlooked by the whole world? So nuts. We also went to the Topography of Terror, which sounds like a horror movie but is actually another sort of outdoor exhibition on all the crazy stuff that happened in Nazi Germany. You know, a nice light day. Jeez!
But we did make it to the Bauhaus archive, which was great, and lightened things up a bit.
Friday we went on an epic bike ride down the path that's quickly becoming one of my favourite places to go. We went to the park and had a picnic and tried a new path and discovered that our house is super close to Tiergarten and the Brandenburg gate, and more pieces of the puzzle came together. I feel like every day I'm here, the city starts to make more sense to me, and it feels smaller and more familiar to me. Stumbled upon the Oyster building (Haus der Kulturen der Welt / House of World Cultures), which is beautiful. Also went through Tiergarten and found a bunch of 'beach bars' along the water. What a city.
And we finished off the visit by going out to a club called the Berghain. Man, what a night. It was like going through security at the airport to get into this place but even more unpleasant. After we got past the bouncer with the face tattoos, my bag was searched so thoroughly I thought they were going to ask to do a strip search afterward. Then the lovely cashier with the rotting meth teeth took my money and threw my change at me so that I had to get down on my knees to pick up all the coins. A pretty degrading experience to get into a stupid club. BUT Patrick was like a cheerleader and lured us onto the dancefloor and we had a blast. Those guys are troopers -- we stayed out till 4, even though they had a plane to catch the next morning. Boys just wanna have fun.
Super sad to see those boys go but happy to have Dave back a few days later!
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the lovely cashier with the rotting meth teeth took my money and threw my change at me ... HAHAHA! LOVE YOU GUYS XOXO
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