Europe by train: day 19. Berlin, Germany.
I hit a travel wall in Amsterdam and have yet to peel myself out of the pancake position. We’re in Berlin now. We arrived on a blistery cold day. A heavy wind is whipping down the streets of this massive city. The sun sets before 4 p.m.
We’ve rented an apartment here. Whenever possible, especially in Europe, we stay in apartments because we like to have the extra space and the kitchen. Many times, renting an apartment is just as cheap (and oftentimes even cheaper) than staying in a hotel. We use sites like Wimdu and Airbnb to find them (they’re not paying me to say that).
The man who rented this apartment to us is lovely. He greeted us with a smile and left us with a bottle of wine and a stack of Berlin guidebooks.
Not that we’ve used them.
So far, our adventures in Berlin have consisted of doing laundry in the bathtub and patching Brian’s jeans with a needle and thread. We’re both working from our computers. I’ve made soup and significant progress on the book I’m reading (the new Wally Lamb novel). Our biggest outing has been to the grocery store, always an adventure in a foreign country (Is this drinking yogurt? Do I need to weigh my apples or do they do it in the check out line? Is that stain remove or laundry detergent?)
Our shoes are empty by the front door and our coats hang in the closet. I have sweatpants and wool socks on. Berlin isn’t so much asking to be explored as it is to be indoored. Every part of me just wants to curl up in this warm, window-y apartment and rest. So I am. Berlin will be here tomorrow and so will we.
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