So Thursday the family headed to Berlin! That is all of us minus Nathan since he had to go sing for the Czech President in honor of the anniversary of the Velvet Revolution…I guess that's more important than family vaca. It was about a 4.5 hour bus ride and they showed The Terminal AGAIN. This is the 3rd time I’ve been shown this movie on the bus and a movie I never thought I would be able to quote. Luckily the second movie was Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone (notice Philosopher not Sorcerer in Europe hehe). But when we arrived it was the beginning of a very, very, very cold weekend and once we eventually found our hostel we ate the first of many kebabs.
Ken, Anna, Matt, Me, Sunny, Rachel, Vanessa |
Friday we went
on a nearly 4 hour walking tour and by the end I did not have feeling in my
toes. Our tour guide was an awesome Brit who definitely knew his history. We
saw the Holocaust memorial, the Berlin Wall, the window that Michael Jackson
horrifically dangled his baby from, Checkpoint Charlie, the ground above
Hitler’s suicide, the Nazi book burning memorial, and a suicidal horse statue
on top of a building that nobody knows why it’s there.
As evident by everything
I just listed, Germany has a very dark past and as the tour guide mentioned
it’s easy to naturally think of all these things when you think of Germany but
we have to remember there is so much to appreciate in this part of the world. For example, we got to see
Humboldt University where 29 Nobel Peace Prize winners have studied and where
the original stories of the Grimm brothers are kept. After the tour we ran to find
warmth and eat some good food…neither of those things happened. After finally gaining the feeling back in our bodies we realized the restaurant was just not AS cold as the outside and the soup we had was gross. But things got better
once we took a visit to Ritter Sport to stuff our faces with the best chocolate we have ever had!
After stopping
back at the hostel to figure out our next plans, preferably sooner rather than
later since our hostel was one of the least welcoming environments we’ve been
in and if we stayed too long you would start freaking yourself out by the
people that were staying there. We decided to go the famous Hofbräuhaus for a
liter of beer, a pretzel, and a great German atmosphere complete with a dance
floor! We then attempted to venture into a different neighborhood and stumbled
upon a cool candle-lit bar and on the walk back ended the night in the
strangest disco kebab place for kebab #2 and ran into some rabbits on our walk home.
Saturday we hit
up the East Side Gallery, which is the longest permanent open air gallery in
the world! We then went to Alexanderplatz to walk around and enjoy some street
food. After getting lost, but
luckily had a metro pass for the day so we didn’t have to freeze quite as much,
we stumbled upon Potsdamer Platz where Christmas festivities were going on
including a giant snow hill for people to tube down – we seriously were
watching families and little kids going down this for 30 minutes - it was the perfect
combination of hilarity and cuteness. Then on our way back to the hostel we ate
kebab #3 for dinner.
Our last day we
visited the Topography of Terror Museum since it was free and near our hostel
and went back to the chocolate store Ritter Sport to make our own chocolate and
enjoy some peppermint hot chocolate aka Christmas in a cup. My last meal being
Curryworst we said goodbye to Berlin and could not wait to get back to Prague!
It was a great family vacation but once again another trip done and we all
could not help but talk about how much we belong in Prague. Most topics of
conversation revolved around our love for kepabs, Prague, trying to understand
the dislike of traveling but wanting to go everywhere, Prague, and complaining about
how cold, tired, and in desperate need of a shower we were – but what’s a
family vacation without complaints and whining?
ONE MONTH LEFT.
How do we measure...measure a month?
Kebabs. Photo credit to Sunny Wilson. |
In fried cheese? In goulash? In dumplings? In mugs of beer? In movie nights? In pub crawls? In family dinners? In metro stops? In Kebabs? In Marcel's smirks at our pub? In the amount of times I say nemluvím český? In "Oh maños? In pitchers of sangria? In Sunny's pictures of trash?
These are all sad, unfortunate questions to ponder. I think it's safe to say none of us are ready to leave this place.
*ps I accidentally forget to hit publish on my last blog post until today so go read "keeping it glassy" if you want to read some outdated material to go with Facebook pictures of a week ago.
*ps I accidentally forget to hit publish on my last blog post until today so go read "keeping it glassy" if you want to read some outdated material to go with Facebook pictures of a week ago.
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