I missed two lectures on a Friday to go to Berlin and this was a big deal. Months later, as I revised for my exams, I would think back to this trip and the lectures I missed and feel some regret. But for now, I was going to Berlin with my friends and it was going to be fun. Berlin in late November was cold and the cold froze my toes. It was not a pretty city and coming from Geneva, that was a bit of a shock. A part of me wanted to dislike it for being too cold and not very nice to look at but a part of me thought about the words of my Comparative Human Rights professor: some people travel so they can complain about how bad everything is compared to home and others travel to see how things are done differently and in turn, gain a better understanding of home. I was going to keep an open mind. I hoped that some of friends’ enthusiasm would rub off on me.
Times have shown that I must be averse to travel adapters because I always forget to bring then along with me. This happened for the third time in Berlin and I was unable to charge my camera battery. After I had used my camera to take its last shot before its reckless death, I turned to my trusty iPhone to document the rest of my trip.
I started to like Berlin the evening of my first day there and it wasn't just because I had the best donut I had ever had in my life. Following the recommendations of my Berlin friends back in Geneva, I visited the Martkhalle Neun in Eisenbahnstraße for dinner, the best donut ever, an unexpected Christmas carol and a fizzy rhubarb drink the bartender convinced me was more interesting than the 'boring' apple version. It was basically everything under one roof.
I did touristy things for the rest of my trip. I took walks. Lots of cold, freezing walks.
It was mostly foggy.
And there were many Christmas markets and mulled wine.
I saw some free art.
And went to monumental places.
And historical ones like the Spandauer Vorsradt.
After making it out of the understaffed airport on a busy Sunday morning and running unnecessarily to avoid missing my flight, I listened to Ry X's Berlin (because I'm corny) and wondered what his own experience was like.