What a Place I'm In

We are going to try to do something about that wall they got going on.

Within about ten minutes of walking around the cavernous carcass of the sleeping giant at around midnight I had come to the hasty conclusion that Berlin was my favorite European city.

Due to poor planning the ten minutes turned into about four hours of scuffing up my new Dunks on cold sidewalks and being mesmerized by the architechture. Almost every street we walked down was a canvas crammed with an eerie mixture of bombed out brick buildings, soaring gothic structures, and glossy glass faced puzzle boxes of glowing light that will probably employ robots at some time in the very near future.

Berlin is in the past now though, and right now we are in Dessau spending most of our time making fun of how freakishly tall the monster known as Alex has become. For the uninformed he was an exchange student a couple years ago at SHS that we all became good friends with-even though he couldn't pronounce Robert's name correctly if his life depended on it. We love him nonetheless.

We had loads of fun last night at the birthday party of a young man named Felix (a young man, not cat) which featured a litany of lovable Germans, and a subway sandwich that was about five feet long. This sandwich definitely beats out those good old U-boats as far as german subs go (at least in the taste factor-I have yet to test the underwater destruction capabilities of the sandwich but I am hopeful).

Reports on many more adventures, pictures, video, and posts with more effort come after slumber.

BONUS SIDE QUEST: If by some small miracle someone among you knows anybody in Berlin that will let me stay with them for a couple of days I will give you a really special prize. Tell them three Americans need a place to stay and one of them knows some good knock knock jokes.