Day 2 – Morning:
Day 2 – The Riot:
At one point on our walk, we heard loud music. Thinking it was a concert, we tried to peer through the fence/bushes at the hubbub but couldn’t get a good look. Suddenly, we were at the Reichstag building. Sadly, we didn’t get to go inside the Reichstag because you have to make reservations in advance (trying 2 days before is advance, right?). Pausing for a moment to take in the view and gather ourselves in the German sunshine, we realized we were a stone’s throw away from a demonstration in the making. But, being the peaceful, non-trouble-making people that we are (perhaps hostel worker was rubbing off on us), we thought it would be best to take Gabe’s advice and get the heck outta Dodge.
Day 2 – After the Storm:
Upon arriving back at the hostel, we asked Video Rental Clerk for dinner recommendations. He promptly suggested a variety of great options which he qualified with, ‘I’ve never been but the people I send there always come back saying good things.’ At least they came back at all. Needless to say, we devised a new plan – we’d just try the restaurant that had declined to take our reservation for that night because they were booked (but yes, we – aka Ryan – are so good at planning that we attempted to make a reservation).
The next morn (American Mother’s Day), we went to get Ryan a cinnamon roll. In the spirit of motherhood, we stumbled across this picturesque display of love in the form of some nice (dead) flowers taped to a storefront. From there, we journeyed to Brandenburg Gate and the Memorial to the Murdered Jews of Europe, since the rioters had thrown our plans all outta whack the day prior. After scoping Checkpoint Charlie, standing in line for Ryan to eat a Doner Kebab, and consuming some obligatory Eis, we strolled around Tempelhofer Feld – essentially an abandoned airport whose field was turned into a public park. As our trip wound to a close, we picked up foodstuffs (including a much-heralded Berliner) for the train, which we ate in the presence of Bier, the scruffy dog who we shared a compartment with.