Last full Berlin day was a Sunday, that meant bike rides to church. I did not pack church shoes but fortunately I remembered my belt so I didn't look totally foolish.
Leaving the apartment, look at that cat up there!
Rode the train part of the way there, Berlin trains have a trickster problem.
The rest of the way we zoomed through parks.
Languages spoken at the Berlin ward: At least German, English, Spanish.
After meetings, a Linger Longer!
I couldn't help it, even though I was a visitor I hit that Potluck hard.
After church, find myself bumping into this famous monument that relates closely to my Senior year of High School/Freshman year of college fascination with Wings of Desire.
Inside the base, other fine structures are honored.
For a very fair fare of just a few Euros you can take a many step trip to the top.
And get yourself a nice view of town from up there.
Underground art on the way out from the monument
More zooming through parks
And mysterious structures
Or just Bauhaus museums
On the way to stand in a massive line
For some very famous doner
It was the only line I stood in the whole time I was in Berlin and it was worth it. This was quite the sandwich.
Not saying I'd be in a hurry to do it again, but maybe if I knew their off-hours.
More things passed on the way to one more park.
Entering the park, so many happy faces.
And a great big crowd . . .
Of delighted, enthused people. But why?
Oh because they're there for the weekly arena karaoke show!
Typically I'll have nothing to do with karaoke, when Alpha told me I needed to see this karaoke show I was highly suspicious. But I was totally taken with it! Alpha could barely drag me away from it.
But fortunately she did in time for me to buy one last sausage, this from the best brat-vendor she knew of
Sporting an amazing range of mustards
Me, my sausage, and the motto.
This graffiti artists expressed his displeasure with me having taken his photo in the most polite manner.
Weirdos raving in the woods.
Rock climbers on the periperhy of the park.
Headed home to the apartment one last time.
And now, Day Six, a day where I just got up and went to the airport.
Perfectly normal sight to see at 7 am at an airport.
I started my trip home on KLM and they served me the most delicious tomato and egg sandwich. One of the best things I ate on my trip!
Coming in for a layover in familiar territory . . .
Good old Amsterdam!
Home to one of my favorite McDonalds
Sigh, when in Rome, you know?
Odd discovery: the Amsterdam Airport Duty-Free shops had incredible Leica inventories.
If you were at the airport and the need struck you and you had, what, seven thousand Euro handy, you could just casually pick up the much-sought-after Monochrom or one more S-system lens, should you need it.
Delta carried me home to America, feeding me Thai curry along the way and offering me the most incredible range of On Demand movie options. I fell asleep for the final acts of two different Steve Carrell movies.
And that, I guess, was my amazing trip to Berlin.