Just four nights in Berlin and I’m physically kaputt. From lugging a suitcase complete with broken wheels (cheers Dunnes, you shoddy luggage purveyors) to countless Happy Hour cocktails to seeing just a bit more than kissing on a dancefloor (I won’t elaborate…), and from nearly getting trapped in an U-Bahn station to being incredibly embarrassed at my distinct monolingualism (everyone here speaks like ten languages), it’s been equal parts amazing and draining.
Naturally, I miss everyone. Lots. Although homesickness is mitigated somewhat by the sheer hugeness of my room for the next month. It’s in Friedrichshain and my jaw still drops every time I glance around it…
Two couches and a bed in one room! Madness, really.
I’m resting up today after several nights of shitty sleep (uncomfortable bed, drunkenness, fellow hostel guest from the Czech Republic snoring insanely loud), but tomorrow it’s flea markets ahoy.