In A Beautiful Place Off The U1
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Baby came to town for an unseasonably cool week in August, to study German language and culture and maybe also me as a side-mission. A trip that centered not on frenzied location and friend absorption but, rather, nesting: could we pull it off? Well, does the Pope shit in Bavaria? Sebastian and I refuse to be seen in public with anything other than statuesque, blond-haired, blue-eyed babes. I guess, in that way, we're no better than the ones who came before us Additional condition: Sebastian must be stoned We doppel-dated at this Spanish restaurant near Lausitzerplatz. A fun fact that will be re-introduced later in this narrative: there's a Spanish place every 200 meters or so the further you walk up our street and along Oranienstrasse, towards the city Rosa is a nice cocktail bar where they have hammock-style chairs you can ruin the ambience with Petra and I lounged outside this wine bar one morning until the owner brought us a table, chairs -- and wine, of course Couples just can't get enough of themselves Srsly though It's weird riding through a park on a weekend and coming on a completely isolated, uninhabited sports facility -- but it happens all the time Speak, Grating I Speak, Grating II Petra in one of the tombs This dude had a Jesus for his tomb, which got JFKed and painted red because someone wanted to make a point about fur or something. You can read about it here. I can't remember, but I think the J-man was weak on animal rights too. Weren't the parables full of slaughtered calfs and whatnot? I mean, it gets a little tiresome -- give me that Firebar = best wind-down spot ever The girl has got a knack (for taking pictures, that is) Eurotrashin' at Treptower Park Thanx, Soviets! After he slayed the evil black eagle with that anime sword of his (look at the green blood streaming from his wounds), he was able to recover a baby Lots of quotes from a wise, helpful leader of the past on the friezes (Russian decoded by Lady P for we Communism-deficient, and don't make the same mistake Indiana Jones did with Jehovah) The Night of the Gambas was a rich evening for us. The idea was that we would order one half-carafe of wine and tapas at each Spanish restaurant which meter-mark the road up into Mitte. This place is actually Asian but let in on a technicality: being the Pepe Le Pews that we are, we couldn't resist the appetizing odor When you have a girl who has The Shining, you know at once: can't let this one slip though the net okay, real Spanish place now (check the tile) Cover of my 2007 Daily Devotional, "God Told Me... To Get Destroyed On Spanish Wine" "and Liqeurs (Second Edition)" I'm sorry, but Night of the Gambas is ridiculously awesome and not in the way of pictures: but, rather, the gastronome Görlitzer Park had happy clouds the last day with sculpture to frame and churches and tagged-up decrepit sandstone and fencing and cranes and TV-Towers and forests and God I'm going to miss this place but yea, we have walked through your leafy gables without regard and shall hereafter pass into twilight |