A few weekends ago, I went to Berlin. I’ve always said that I’m not that interested in going. “Berlin?….nah” was often my response – and I don’t know why. Because I flew back to London hating the fact that I was leaving and when I got back to work on Tuesday they asked me how it was and I simply replied “I hate that I’m back”. Which, on reflection, maybe wasn’t the best answer.
It’s the perfect blend of culture, history and pancakes; where you can have the most InstaBrunch (I coined that) ever and only be yards away from where, years away from this digital era – and yet eerily so near – the Nazis assembled and slaughtered hundreds of young Jewish families. They still have police guarding any Jewish building, who I decided I would ask why he was doing it. I know why, obviously, but I just wanted more of a first-hand explanation and maybe a bit more detail. All I got back was a cold, blank stare, a shrug and a sinking feeling that I was an idiot. The city was all at once fun and yet thought-provoking. Kind of an emotional rollercoaster.
Besides it’s dark past, Berlin has a very sunny present to offer a young person. We ate amazing food, went to what can only be described as a red wine buffet with free carbs (Weinerie incase you want to go), a Sunday party that masquerades as a flea market and strolled around, stumbling upon art galleries and cafes. It was the most serendipitous of trips, and everything we either purposefully went to or discovered was amazing. The trip was basically sponsored by Google. In fact, whilst I was there, I also coined Foogle, a search engine just for food. Don’t steal that idea because it’s here in writing that I coined it, not you. Or – if you’re willing to invest in this project, please do get in touch.
We stayed in the Cosmo hotel in Mitte, only a 13 minute walk from most tourist hotspots, which was actually a shame because I LOVED the U-Bahn underground system. The hotel had a spa, which we planned to go in loads but only went once, which was followed by the cosiest nap I’ve had this year. I was lying in the hotel dressing gown, view out to the city, galpal by my side and felt true, genuine happiness and joy. Added to that, we bought an industrial sized bag of gummy bears and ate them with red wine and some salami. Of course.
I won’t tell you loads more detail because there’s actually too much to say and you probably had to be there, which you weren’t. We went to all the usual tourist places and the general theme of the weekend was consumption to complete excess and then walking it off with hours of arm-in-arm ambling. I was genuinely smiling and laughing the entire time.
I considered writing a mini-series but thought no-one would probably read that. And I could be too busy developing Foogle. But I will insert some exclusive pictures below, for you to peruse at your leisure. If you’re thinking of going, book now. I’m going back next year, I’m already looking at flights and purging in preparation- because I came back about a stone heavier.*
*Side story that I just remembered – when I got back from living in Paris, I got asked by an ex-liaison at a party if the food was good. I replied “amazing, I’ve put on about five stone!” And he genuinely made an excuse about going to the loo and didn’t talk to me for the rest of the night. I still find this incredibly funny to this day.