Ich bin ein Berliner

I was reminded of this when I saw Berliner und sauerkraut on the menu this evening. I had pasta formaggio.

You have no idea how hard it was to get this shot. It was raining, there were a gazillion people at the Brandenburg Gate, and my little portable tripod is impossible to use. I am amazed it came out so well.

Another busy day; we went on an utterly fascinating boat trip, climbed the Berliner Dom (narrow, windy, open stairs - I was close to succumbing to panic several times), ate our way through the Haagen Dazs menu, walked through Tiergarten to the big column with the angel on, the name of which I will add later as I can't stop to Google, shopped a bit (6 bottles of lager, a litre, yes a litre of Resiling, a litre of lemonade and a mountain of chocolate - €8. In the hotel lobby they sell Reisling (which tastes the same to my uneducated palate) for €11 a glass), dined at the Sony Centre (which is awesome), and then lurked suspiciously around the Brandenburg gate. Oh, and I went in the fastest lift in Europe to view a panorama of the city. Throw in meeting a few FC Hamburg players, a nap and a swim and that's our day.

I like Berlin very much. It has no pretentions and it oozes history from every pore. Recent history. The city is rightly proud of its reunification, and it is hard to imagine just what an achievement that was. The will to succeed must have been very strong.

Momma's taking us to the zoo tomorrow. And The Reichstag. And the Lindt shop.