May 2012
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Excuse moi?
Although I can follow along and contribute significantly less, political discussions are much more enjoyable when had over wine and dinner in the backyard of a Parisian home and spoken entirely in French.
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Hitting the cobblestones running?
Running on three hours of sleep in my first eight hours in Paris I’ve already visited Notre Dame, eaten a flaky pistaschio and chocolate pastry, bought baguettes, perused a vintage store and glanced through the modern exhibits at La Centre Pompidou. I’m wiped but excited to keep up the pace.
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Party like a Euro?
Last night was another surreal experience courtesy of Berlin after dark. We went to Dr. Pong’s, our new favorite underground ping pong club, and our new favorite German bartender was working. He suggested we go to Alte Kantine, a club down the street to dance. We stopped someone on a bike to ask for directions and, like a movie, he pointed in front of us to a group of people streaming out...
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This is not usual for me?
I’m really proud because I just finished my final photo project for my photojournalism class in Berlin early so that I have all tonight and tomorrow to enjoy the city and shoot whatever I want. Then Thursday morning it’s on to Paris. This is ridiculously unreal to me.
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I like you because?
Superficial vs. real reasons I love Berlin:
Superficial:
They serve mayo on fries. If this grosses you out, you’re not invited to come to this city OR be my friend.
Berlin is a mecca for people like me with septum piercings. Never seen so many in one place (Sorry mom).
I love punks. And skateboarding punks. Anyone who knew me in middle school knows this point can end just at that.
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Miss me too?
They’re always playing our song on the radio because every single one reminds me of you.
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Happy accidents?
Went with Alex to go buy our train tickets from Juan Le Pins to Florence and ended up joining a huge Berliner punk parade that walked by, complete with people on floats playing live punk music and more mohawks than I’ve ever seen in one place. It’s like SLC Punk: Berlin edition out here.
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Play date?
After spending time watching and photographing some pretty vivacious children in the community garden, I discovered fart jokes to be a universal language.
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Night life?
Large park merry-go-round. German beer and wine. Truth or truth. Laughing. Spinning. Slipping. Fries. Last night.
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Is this real life?
Last night began with my group at an unmarked, underground, one table ping-pong bar where, while serving (at this place everyone runs around the table hitting the ball to determine who will play one another) I spotted three people from my high school across the table from me. Here. In Berlin.
After laughing and playing and meeting people for a few hours, one German guy I met offered to take us...
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