The rest of our Berlin weekend went as follows:
- Friday morning: 7+k run (I ran 7.25, my brother ran 7.5, my fiancée ran 8, so let’s round it up to 7.6) in Treptower park around the Soviet war memorial because sport without culture is nothing;
- Friday afternoon: walk around Kreuzberg and slight Mate overdose (that amazing energetic beverage that doesn’t taste like a chemical disease, although I’m obviously not pointing any fingers);
- Friday evening: concert with Forever Pavot, a crazy good indie French band that I ironically never saw perform in France, live at RAW, Friedrichshain’s answer to downtown Manhattan (or so I’ve been told);
- Saturday morning: brunch with a French friend in Moabit, an up and coming neighborhood in West Berlin that used to be mostly noteworthy for being located right behind the main train station (you get what you can);
- Saturday afternoon: biking around Tempelhof, Hitler’s old airport that has now become Berlin’s second biggest park (because why not), then live stand up show (in French: again, we were not integrating all that well) at a nearby outdoor venue because I hadn’t gotten my daily Youtube comedy dose;
- Saturday evening: birthday party of a friend of a friend in a privatized Kreuzberg art gallery, because I hadn’t gotten my daily contemporary art dose - and by that, I mean Youtube comedy bits;
- Sunday morning: brunch with a French-German couple at a Russian restaurant in Kreuzkölln, because we wanted to mix as many languages as we could (the syrniki were great);
- Sunday afternoon: coffee with a French friend who lived right next to our Friedrichshain airbnb and who was slowly emerging from his Sunday nap (we have that effect on people: they have to rest before or after they see us);
- Sunday evening: bus ride to the train station, train ride to the airport, plane ride to Paris.
Good thing we have this whole week to recover.