Turning and Returning to Some Secret Place Inside

I read the departure time wrong on the flight so another night in Berlin. I'm walking the streets disgusted with myself for missing the flight, but after a few hours I settle down and take in all the scenery. I love Berlin, the people, the feeling, the vibe.

This was home base for me, Alexanderplatz, the TV tower is now sponsored by T-Mobile and painted pink, perhaps one of the aesthetic values brought to the city by Berlin's gay mayor.

The Brandenburg Gate, one of the few touristy pictures I took. I sat there for a good while, in front of the Russian Embassy and sorta just soaked it all in. Of course I ate a few Currywurst, and drank my typical Coke (the only time I drink this is on vacation).

Last but not least, the Europa Center and the church next to it. This is located in the Zoolischer (sp?) garden, lots to walk around and see, just leave the checkbook at home, because you can buy any and everything around this area.

Travelling is very therapeutic, I'm blogging a few weeks later since I've been back, and for the sake of keeping up with life, I've cataloged much of what I can in a reasonable amount of time.

It would take way too much time to put it all into perspective into words, and I'd be more than happy to do that, but that damn thing called life and work is always popping its head up to demand your time.

Hence, I look forward to talking with all my buddies about the trip, the stories, the experience and the exposure.