And so in typical Taylor fashion we chose the weekend with the WORST weather in the history of the world to visit Berlin for our "relaxing weekend away". It was certainly relaxing, except for the gusts of wind that flipped my umbrella inside out and the torrential downpour that soaked my shoes. But the time we spent INSIDE was actually really nice.
Obviously rain is no deterrent for drinking while pedaling.
At least for Germans.
This is Chris' "this weather blows" face.
This is how we get Austin through our city tour bus rides.
By my estimation here is the score:
Weather- 114
Umbrellas- 0
They almost drowned while I was making them stand there.
Don'tcha just wanna hug him?
Don'tcha just want to hug ME?
Ahhh. Dry in the room watching German cartoons.
Speaking of our room- check out the view!
Then we sent Daddy back out into the rain to get what every expat goes to Berlin for.
The next day we walked toward Checkpoint Charlie (which neither of us had seen on our previous trips to Berlin). But I was distracted by this golden opportunity. Alas, we had serious time restraints and had to forgo the Currywurst Museum. Insert sad face.
Ta Da! Checkpoint Charlie.
It was--- Checkpointy.
Where the Berlin Wall ran across the middle of a street.
And yes, I am lazy and neglected to rotate my photo.
Just turn your computer screen sideways for this one.
I KNEW what Checkpoint Charlie was.
I had SEEN other people's photos of the exact same thing.
I SHOULD have not been surprised at how anticlimactic the whole thing was.
There it is.
Yup.
This perked Chris up considerably.
And apparently it is the fastest street legal car in the world.
And the most expensive.
Next we decided to hit up a local cafe for lunch.
It was supposed to be our "Berlin experience". Where you venture outside of the touristy area to encounter local neighborhoods. And they treat you like crap because you ARE a tourist.
This place was perfect. And the guy only treated us like crap a little bit. Like when he looked us up and down between puffs of his cigarette while standing in the doorway of the restaurant and said in British English- "I suppose you'll be wanting menus in English then". Thus turning on his heel and grunting as he walked inside and flicking his cigarette butt onto the street.
Chris' response?
"This place is awesome".
What made us choose this place you ask?
Like from the best movie ever.
And reason #2 that American expats go to Berlin.
And this last donut is proof that I love Chris.
Because I would, under normal circumstances, fight someone to the death for the last donut.
But I let Chris have it.
Now THAT'S love.