Berlin

Dancing to Freedom (13/100)

 

Section of the Berlin WallThe Berlin Wall was pretty rad. Read about my Berlin experience here.

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Berlin Hot Dog Man: Spreading joy one weenie at a time (6/100)

Hotdog man, Berlin, GermanyBerlin – and all of Germany – felt very serious to me. It was refreshing to see something as silly as a man wearing a hotdog stand.

I don’t quite understand why he had to wear the stand instead of push a cart, but I’m so glad that he does.

Read more about my experience in Germany below.

Berlin: Silently Screaming History

German Pit Stop. Hello Dresden!

An hour in Germany’s first concentration camp

 

 

Berlin: Silently screaming history

My time in Berlin began with a nighttime walk along the longest remaining chunk of the Berlin wall. We went and enjoyed the murals as we talked and joked with each other, but the reality of the sight would occasionally creep into my consciousness. Today it’s a long stretch of outdoor art. Less than 30 years ago it was a prison wall that sprung up and drastically changed the lives of a generation.

As we walked, lightening began to illuminate the dark clouds and fat drops of rain dampened our clothes. Nature has its way of creating the appropriate soundtrack.

Section of the Berlin Wall
I could’ve spent the entire next day just walking the Wall and taking in the art. It’s varied and beautiful and serves as the perfect canvas to memorialize the struggle of the city. Having been ravaged by war, split in half and only recently unified takes a major toll on a region and its people. The rubble was taken out and the buildings came up but there are subtle reminders everywhere of the terrors from just a few decades ago.

Travel blogging is pretty hard, friends

If you have looked at my LinkedIn profile lately (hey there potential employers! Glad you found your way here),  you will see that my current profession is listed as travel blogger. If you’ve noticed that I haven’t posted any pithy commentary lately, you might think I’m a big fat liar.

The thing is, travel blogging is actually really hard. In fact, I’m writtng this post on my phone while on a bus headed for Berlin.

My travel style is a too fast skim of continent

It involves making daily decisions about how this poor college girl is going to get from point A to point B with the least money possible. Days are spent wandering narrow streets and galleries, nights are for making friends with locals and bus rides are for catching up on the rest I forfeit to maximise my limited time.

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