Ryan said he loves the sound and the feel of the subway. I love the sound of people speaking German. I like the smell of cooking Wurst on the street, the Germans walking their ever-so-polite dogs off-leash and riding their bikes and ringing the little bell to warn you of their approach. I like the little green man that tells you it's okay to cross the street. The bike lanes everywhere. The scarves that people wear to keep their throats warm, no matter the weather. The children playing in the park. The old Turkish women on benches. The little cups of espresso. Even the 24-hour McDonald's around the corner, which has a McCafé that sells Küchen and Lattes. I haven't seen a drive through all week. We only took a car once and yet we went all over the city, even left the city to go to Potsdam and to Schloß Ziethen. I like sparkling Mineralwasser and cheap pizza and cheesecake at every bakery.
Thanks, Berlin. Thanks, Deutschland. It's been a great week. I'm going to miss you. I hope it's not another eight years before I return.
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