Monday, June 6, 2011

Day 148: or The Day I Used My History Degree

I woke up in Germany, just an hour or so outside of Berlin. When the train arrived at the station, I had 30 minutes exactly to get to the meeting spot for the walking tour. I couldn't find an S-bahn map to save my life but I knew the stop's name and I knew what line to take. So when I found the train, I was't sure if I was going the right way or the opposite way. Also, I may have ridden illegally because I couldn't figure the tickets out in the 18 seconds I had to make all these decisions. I miraculously headed on the right train, the right way, to the right stop. Now  I wasn't sure where exactly we were meeting, but luckily the group was quite large and impossible to miss.

Brandenburg

The tour was very good and the guide was very passionate about Berlin. In the beginning, we stopped to have a brief history lesson of Berlin up until the Word War I. I answered a couple of questions that I thought weren't all that unknown and the a couple that were pretty impressive. When we started walking again, the guide commented that I seemed to know my stuff. Nice little moment for me.

Only picture of me in Germany, Jewish Memorial

The tour was about 5 hours long and I met an Australian who was also travelling alone. After the tour we walked through the Tiergarten and up the Victory Column. Quite a climb, but the view was worth it. We stopped for a late lunch at a small garden cafe and I was able o get my first bratwurst and beer of the trip. We headed back to our respective hostels, since I'd been carrying my bag around all day, and met up later to watch the Manchester United vs. Barcelona soccer game. The game was fun to watch, as usual and I left another bar known as "Caitlin from Texas". It's amazing the frequency in which that happens,

Tiergarten

After the bar we grabbed "curry-wurst". It's Berlin's popular late night or street food and I knew I'd have to try some. When I went to put the red pepper flakes on it, I didn't even pause to think someone wouldn't want theirs covered in pepper. Oops. He claimed he couldn't even see the anything through the peppers, which I took as a slight exaggeration. The food was good and I would definitely recommend it. But when is street food, after the bar, ever not good?

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