Dear Berlin, I love you

Yesterday I asked Christian if birds ever flew into the house. He said they do not. Listen, I'm just saying. No screens? I forgot about the no screens thing. And apparently Germans are not cursed by mosquitoes or lots of flies. Although we did get a monster fly this morning, which I used a magazine to shoo away while yelling "Draussen, bitte!" Get the heck out. It went back out.

Dinner with K & C was fun again. We went to a restaurant called November in a gay area of town. Our lovely gay waiter was adorable and spoke perfect English with us. He asked R why he was the only one who didn't speak German. I told our waiter R was in training. R had Schnitzel--super German! I had pumpkin risotto, Seelachsfilet, and salad. And of course, we drank more Berliner Pilsner. Dear Berlin Bier, you are tasty!

We saw every major German government building, plus most of the major museums on Museumsinsel. We also saw where Angela Merkel lives. K is a great tour guide and should probably quit this lawyer business to open her new tour business. The best parts of the foot-tour around Berlin were the Käthe Kollwitz statue in this old watch station and the Holocaust Memorial. Also, the smell of chocolate in this famous chocolate store was killer. If the world smelled like that, I would never get work done.

One more thing before we go get coffee. I am obsessed with this crazy show on TV at night in which a half-naked woman tries to get people to call in to answer a quiz question. I knew the answer yesterday! And no one called in to win the 1000 Euros! The question was: "which feminine name has exactly four A's in it?" Caveat: Anamaria doesn't count because it's actually two names. I knew the answer! But we have no phone in our room, so I couldn't call. All I could do was yell at the TV. Sad.

R and I think German infomercials and German Home Shopping Network are also hysterical. Maybe not as good as late-night half-naked quiz shows, but close. Germans are just like us. They like juicers and purses, too!