This café was gorgeous. The sconces are beeswax, you guys. Can I just move in?
That es-zett makes me want to cry. It's so good. HRRRRNG.
I went to Berlin. Finally!
Well, this is a small misleading statement, for many years ago I drove eight hours straight to visit Berlin with a girlfriend. To be kind, this friend was not interested in walking for hours around a new city, and we spent the majority of our time in the car, circling the streets trying to find a Dunkin' Donuts she had spotted out the window. We never found it, I got annoyed, and I drove home another 8 hours (furious, and at 220kmh). That was my Berlin experience.
Fast forward ten years or so, and here I was, back in town. On foot, and meeting up with a lovely new friend I met, wonderfully, by writing this blog. Not only is she a lot like me (to the point of eeriness), but she is also wonderfully creative and a good sounding board for ideas and collaborations- many of which I hope we'll do in the very near future. But enough about work- let's talk about the coffee. GOOD. Let's talk about the Pho I ate at the colourfully-stooled (not in the poop sense, ew) restaurant pictured a few photos above. DELICIOUS. Let's talk about the peanut-butter whoopie pie thingie I had at a random café. AMAZING. Let's talk about how charming Prenzlauer Berg is, with its wide streets and cute shops and many places to eat and drink and people watch. SO CHARMING THAT I WANT TO MOVE THERE NOW.
Seriously, I really liked it. To the point that I am looking at real estate and considering how far my savings would stretch. Did I mention I speak German? How wonderful to sit somewhere and order, with confidence, what I wanted. Or read the menu and not wonder if what was coming had hooves or not. And read signs! And eavesdrop when people watching! Refreshing!
It was just a short weekend trip (coincidentally the exact weekend the attacks occurred, which was rather good timing, I think, though I was worried a bit about flying Air France back into Paris) and I laughed, walked, snapped a few photos, ate a lot, and enjoyed a new town. I tore up the German chocolate in the minibar in my hotel too. And the NicNacs. I forgot about those things. God bless Germany.