Berlin was almost an entirely different city than what I remember-- we were last here in the spring and summer of 2010. Seasons really do wonders. We didn't linger outside as much but it was refreshing to feel the winter air as we revisited familiar streets and old favorites. I don't remember feeling crowded at all. It was quieter and particularly lovely because of it.
This isn't wanderlust. I don't just want to go anywhere, I want to go back to summertime in Germany. When I was in Europe I was able to visit David three times and each time Potsdam was so lovely. Eating outside, shorts and dresses, walking everywhere.
Maybe it's because yesterday I spent two hours in traffic, in the rain. Or maybe it's because David finally posted his Potsdam photos (with a lot of encouragement from me). But every time I look at these I get a lot of nostalgia for a place I just barely got to know.
My next city to catch-up writing about is Munich. Munich was an accident. Last summer, after I went to Greece, I had planned a trip all over Europe with a girl but it fell through and before I knew it, I was homeless in the drug center of Athens with no where to stay for 3 days until my flight. The said trip was supposed to end in Munich, so when I changed my flight to go home early, the only option I had was to fly from Munich even though I was still in Athens with no where to stay in either Greece or Germany.
I thought that I might be able to stay in the hostel I was at before my program started so I went to inquire only to find out that it was completely booked. Then, in what I like to refer to as my "walk of dejection" back, I remembered that I had a friend in middle school that may or may not have been in Munich for the past year. So I sent Kerstin a message, not expecting much, and within ten minutes she replied back letting me know that she was still in Munich and that I was welcome to stay with her and her boyfriend, Imad. So I booked my flight for the next morning and was on my way to Deutschland.
A miracle, in my opinion.
I didn't expect anything from Munich. I saw it as a quick-fix to my situation and a miracle chance to see a friend I hadn't seen in at least 8 years. But Munich is beautiful. It's the wealthiest area in Germany so it's clean and charming to be in. It was my first German city, and introduced me to the amazingly delicious döner. I was so happy after just learning how to pronounce "Glockenspiel" correctly. The lovely Bavarian buildings, the amazing beer, and my favorite-- the Englischer Garten. Whenever I see my pictures I wish I could teleport back just to have a picnic underneath the glowing green park.
Munich will always hold a special place in my heart. I can't think about the city without gushing over how much I love it. How could I not? It's my miracle city.
the first time david and i went to see the berlin wall, we went to checkpoint charlie and the wall there was just gray and desolate. in a way, this felt very true to the existence of the wall and how it divided berlin. later on during our last day in berlin, we managed to find our way to the east gallery, home of the famous murals that stretch a long way for a good walk. in comparing this bright, colorful collection to the gray wall we found at checkpoint charlie, i realize that one thing they both have in common is that they're both honest. the gray, in that it reflects how ugly and broken down we are when we say nothing against barriers; and the painted, in that it shows how beautiful and liberating we grow when we speak out against the barriers laid before us.
this is where david went to school. well, i'm not sure if he had any classes in this building specifically, but this- neues palais (new palace)- is where the university of potsdam is. the palace is connected to the royal park sansoucci, where there are tons of gardens and other architectural treasures. these photos are from another walk that david and i took around the park. we started at neues palais and didn't get too far since... well, the park is gigantic.