The best part of traveling is when the unexpected happens. Sometimes that unexpected is bad, which means that it’s not “the best part” until much later when you are telling a story. Other times it’s good, which means you don’t … Continue reading
We’re making final preparations for today’s journey. I’m seriously bummed that I didn’t buy the German infantry backpack, which would have served me well on these two 7-day excursions. Ah well. Onward. This morning we’re making our way to the … Continue reading
In the background is an iconic image, rendered as part of a national program to commemorate the fall of the Berlin Wall. I know it to be iconic because John and Aimee grabbed my camera and, between the tugging, each … Continue reading
There’s really only one thing that I want to get from my trip throughout Europe: a really good Soviet-era bag for carrying my clothes around on trips. George Carlin has a great routine about stuff and our constant need to … Continue reading
The spring storm came on us quickly. The water level behind me was creeping up underneath the table, forcing us to continually move. But we were also running out of overhead umbrella space. And for the record, this is also … Continue reading
We’re heading to Prague on Monday at 1050 am (Berlin). It’s about a five hour train ride, Aimee tells me, and then we’re staying in a small apartment that is our own. I have no idea what that means. I’m … Continue reading
We had high expectations for today. After a lazy day writing at the cafe (yes, Aimee, we were writing at the cafe again), the three of us decided to head south of Berlin for a culture festival. We were stoked. … Continue reading
Today’s adventure takes us to the Kruezberg Festival of Culture, a four-day street festival celebrating our favorite thing: food. Actually, it’s more than just that. There are street performers, parades and the like that one expects at such events. The … Continue reading
After a morning of writing, we decided to walk across town to Prenzlauer Berg, a hip arty area of Berlin. To get there, we walked the path of the Berlin Wall, which is now a beautiful bike and walking path.
Complete with witty narration on my part (and an accidental close-up of John’s hindparts), here’s a video of the John and Aimee’s apartment in Berlin.
