It only took forever, right? I know, I know. I'm a slacker. I'm not though- this time I have reasons. One of which is the often (and rapid) consumption of Korean Bulgogi Burgers and endless ambling while I discover the city I call home- for the next three months at least.
Berlin is a feast for the eyes. Really! It lacks the perfectly-organised Hausmannian rigidity of some Parisian neighbourhoods but still has a touch of their charm, architecturally. It doesn't have a clean-up crew on standby to remove the constant daubing of graffiti, so the layers build and grow and change- like a constantly-evolving gallery. Every time I walk to work I notice a new phrase, a new stencil. Though I find graffiti rather ugly, aesthetically, it somehow suits this city. Not to say Berlin is ugly! Far from it, in fact. The combination of Soviet-era cement buildings, historical monuments (many of them sadly rebuilt due to the city's long and often-violent past) and modern construction all lend themselves to the general "Berlinny" feeling. Am I selling it here? Tourism Board of Berlin? Hire me, already. SNORT.
In between work, I spend my days tootling. And eating, who are we kidding. I'm doing a lot of that. The cakes here- gah. And the Asian food is like, mouth-wateringly amazing. Especially after the ethnic food cesspit of Denver for 4 months. Have you ever had Mexican...wait..."Mexican" (air quotes were required) food made with very-watered-down tomato paste (possibly was Prego) and water? Yeah, I have. Grim. Everything I've eaten here- with the exception of some maaaaanky "fig mustard" I absolutely mis-translated and smeared over my brie only to gag upon- has been delicious. Though I've not eaten Currywurst (due to deciding to stop eating meat over a month ago), I've looked at it and feel I am now qualified to declare that it probably might maybe sort of taste possibly ok. (Tourism Board? I'm a copywriter for hire, here. SNAP ME UP.)
The weather has been exceptional too- with a few chilly days snuck in between some stiflingly-humid ones (I forgot about humidity- thanks, Colorado for making me think heat can be tolerable...almost), and the neighbourhood of my little rented apartment is a bustling place, with lots of cafés and daddies pushing push chairs while their wives stride ahead, Pauerfrau style. I've even managed to have a full conversation with the cashier at my local bio-markt (organic shop) about the humidity. Which is "schwül" in German. If you're curious. Also I think it might mean homosexual. I haven't figured out the nuances of it yet. I certainly hope I'm not walking into shops and declaring loudly that I hate the homosexuals. I might have to look into this upon typing that. Shit.
Berlin is lovely. If you haven't visited, I insist you do. And I'm here until the end of September, so you totally have a reason. Just make sure you place maxi-pads (overnight size, bitches) under your armpits and beneath your fringe because shit is schwül as a mutter ficker. I don't even know how rude/insensitive that last statement may or may not have been. LANGUAGE SKILLZ ON FLEEK.