Ich Bin Ein Berliner

You know those things that everyone says is great, but you dont quite believe them. Then you do it yourself and you realize its even better than they described. Thats what your first time is like. Your first time in Berlin, I mean. That city is unlike any where else you will ever go. Due to a strange mix of its recent history and politics and some of the cheapest beer and wine in Europe, Berlin is home to awesome bars and clubs, gorgeous architecture, haunting memorials and really weird corners.
Within my first hour at the Eastener Hostel (which I cannot recommend highly enough) I was heading out with fellow packers for a night time tour of the city which just so happened to be in the middle of its festival of lights, meaning all the main buildings and monuments were lit up with lasers and light shows. After gawking at the New City of Lights, we headed to Zappata, a bar and night club located in the back of an abandoned building. Awesome in the sketchiest way possible. The city just got better as I met Jesse (a Mac Alum) and Jules and Juz, a couple from Oz. We ended up spending the next three days cooking giant communal breakys, walking around and seeing museums and tours, then heading back for giant communal dinners which, copious booze included, came out to 5 euro per. Amazing! Did I mention the homemade guacamole, the long debates about Star Wars versus Indiana Jones, or the attempts to understand cricket?
Sadly all good things must end, and Jesse and I decided to head to Munich together while the aussies finished their time in Berlin. After a rough night train, we arrived bleary eyed in Munchen and found a hostel. However, we are thinking we might head to Prague this weekend and meet up with Jules and Juz again, haha. All in all amazing times.
However, the weather is getting frigid here, so I will very soon be making haste for the south coast of Italy France and Spain, possibly Portugal. So much to see, so much to do.