Monthly Archives: May 2012

Wilkommen(..bienvenue..) Welcome!

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Well, I made it to Berlin. Most of the group was already at Tegel, waiting for my arrival. I had been planning on making the bus/tram trip to the hotel solo, but conveniently for me, their flight was delayed enough so they got there not too long before I did.

We took the A.B bus, got interrupted by lots of Polizei, along with a black van with a guy with a big gun poking out of the sun-roof outside Hotel Alden(you may recognize the name from the movie Unknown). Natürlich, we had to get off the bus and take pictures. 

In all the commotion, I think I left my jacket on the bus. Bummer, but now I have a solid excuse to get another one. Fresh memories.

 

 

We got back on the bus, took it to Alexanderplatz, and from there got the M4 to our hotel.

 

We dropped off our luggage — I didn’t bring much: a backpack, and a smaller backpack. We returned to Alexanderplatz, walked around the Friendship Fountain(where I bought my first genuine brotwurst from a guy with a propane tank on his back, cooked them in front, with an umbrella over his head– ja.), took some pictures, and got ice cream(Ich mochte gerne einkugel, bitte?) before heading into Saturn for some of us to get phones that actually work in Germany. Saturn was huge — five stories of technology to buy, including 3-D TVs!!


We went to see some of the remains of the Berlin Wall, where there’s a memorial of the people who were shot and killed trying to flee East Berlin into the West. 


The last stop of the day was Prater-Beirgarten, for beer and food(I had a brotwurst again, I’m in Deutschland, had to!). When we returned to the hotel in what used to be East Berlin, it was only about 8p.m.(20:00– 2p.m. back in East America), but I was sehr, sehr müde, also ich schlafen gegangen.


*Bitte, entschuldigung meine terrible German!

Von Frankfurt nach Berlin

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Well, all my dreams I filled my last flight with about the Frankfurt airport came true, except one, the best one: and that’s that I DID make my flight.


Of course(natürlich), this is after I run around the Frankfurt airport like a rat in a race, but a very American(redheaded, stylish) rat in a very German(maze-y) race.


Several tests to pass through successfully before reaching the destination, much like a fairytale.


First, I followed the signs to the Lufthansa Service Center, just like the pilot told anyone who didn’t have a boarding pass for Berlin to do.


My intuition told me to go left and up the stairs, but I didn’t listen. I listened to the pilot, and ended up in the Service Center, yes — but in a completely deserted part of the airport, probably miles away from where I needed to be.


I turned back, found a sign that said Berlin-Tegel A17 8:55.


Alright, so now I knew the gate.


And to never -not- listen to my intuition again.


A magical helper in a red jacket pointed me towards A. A man with Polezei on his vest checked my passport, asked me questions, and passed me through.


What followed stirred some smart-allec remarks in my head, in English though, so this German airport would have to pay real close attention to pick up on it.


They were just background noise though, my focus was hard and dead-set on swift-booting it to Gate A17.


I sisn’t even stop to pee till after I printed my boarding pass(didn’t need a Service Center afterall.. -_-) and went through security.


I made it to my gate at 8:20 — five minutes to pare before boarding started, I didn’t get water or food. I tried to get on the internet and couldn’t.


Didn’t even make it to Berlin without making an ass of myself(so called it). The pilot said “Morgen” to me as I walked on the plane, which anyone can tell means ‘morning’, even if you don’t have any German background. Context clues.


I knew it meant this, but the whole “morning”-concept threw me. I’m like, I’ve been awake for about 23 hours now, what do you mean ‘morning’?!?


Of course, all this was happening in my head, keeping in a proper response of “morgen” but managing a smile and turning right down the aisle of the plane.


The first stewardess I saw I said “Morgen” to and felt a little redeemed.


Then, when row 17 didn’t exist(because I was still caught on the elusive gate number, another stewardess showed me to my seat and I said “Danke”. Yay, German.


Very motivating to learn, but I’m so exhausted I should probably sleep this flight out…


And then they said we were landing soon. I didn’t sleep.

Von Jacksonville nach Charlotte nach Frankfurt

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Notes from mid-second flight, somewhere over the North Atlantic, caught somewhere between no-time and all-time:


—-I saved the blond-brownie with chocolate chips that they handed out with dinner until just now. This was a bad call.



Maybe if my hunger hadn’t subsided, or if I hadn’t let the build up of looking forward to a treat before falling asleep upright with a bunch of strangers in the dark go on for so long, it wouldn’t have been such a fall from grace for the US Air food services. Okay, so they were never at “grace,” but certainly fell pretty far.


Instead of a sweet –anything–, anything I could have possibly looked forward to, I got a cookie-dough chew-square that my tongue felt must have been set to cool in a sweat-dampened sock, still scrunched and clay encrusted from the playing field at school, discarded and forgotten in the corner of the laundry room behind the washer, that none but the builder’s of the house 19 years ago had ever actually seen before.


Yes. It tasted like that.


I tucked the chew into the pocket of the seat-back in front of me, where all things like this go.


Old gum, goodnight.


___________________________


Got to admit, I’m getting nervous. Haven’t slept any this flight, ‘xcept a chunk of minutes before the first refreshments(cran-apple juice and pretzels) that came before dinner.


Okay so I had coffee after dinner — oops. But its alright. Getting things done.


Sweating my palms out with what-if wonderings of various ways I can screw up in Berlin. Or before I even make it there. What if I miss my flight from Frankfurt to Berlin? What if I can’t find the gate? Okay, I guess that one goes before the other. What if I can’t find the restroom? What if I attempt to speak German and make a total ass of myself? Why have I not learned German yet? Why was I wasting the battery life on my ipod listening to old music…


Anyway, it’ll be fine. I’ll find a sign with all the flights on it, look for the one to Berlin, see the gate number and the PEN IS SLIPPING & SLIDING BETWEEN MY FINGERS


Kind of annoying, actually…


I flew to London once, but my mother and sisters and her middle school drama classmates were with her.


–Yay one hour and 30 minutes left! They’re coming through with coffee and danishes! Yayyy…


Tomorrow’s gonna kill me..
Hallo, Berlin ich habe nicht schlafe AT ALL…


My watch still says 11:34, guess I’m losing a few hours cause the characterly azure blue of morning stands in the ovals vertical to my left and right.


I’m really getting into this book but I should really learn German. Or study my camera manual.. Oopsy..


And suddenly the planes a-buzz alight and everyone’s up! I’ve got coffee AND OJ!


I look to my left, saw the pale orange line between the lower dark blue and the above lighter blue, and I actually thought, “Does the Sun still Rise in the East?”


Not something I’m ever going to admit to again, but as this is literally the furthest I’ve ever been from everything I know(..America..the East coast) I think just this once I’ll slide it, as long as I’ve got how BRIEF that moment of questioning was(very brief, split-second, yes I know the Earth doesn’t reverse directions just because I’m on a different side of it(side? continent? — ?)


At least, I didn’t get my hopes up for the Danish. Wise, because it turned out to be a muffin top. It was warm though, in its plastic. Points.


Its blueberry, but its got a twinge of cinnamon to it. I guess that’s why the stewardess thought it was okay to call it a danish.


The cinnamon saves it though, from becoming a warm version of the what’s-inside-the-moist-sock? pastry of earlier.


Two sugars per 1/3 of a “tall” that is the entire Styrofoam cup that is the coffee.


Sometimes I drink my coffee black. Sometimes I take one sugar. You’ll want two(min.) for this.


Coffee’s gone. “Danish” gone(didn’t make it to the chewed winterfresh purgatory-slit like its predecessor — hooray!)


Why is the person in the seat behind me(and over one to the right) talking about Ground Zero? Really woman, we’re ON A PLANE.


She’s talking about how George Washington was inaugerated in the little Chapel across the street. Forgivable?


(I went there in ’05. Lots of memorabilia, firefighters’ pictures — sad.) Sad.


Way to bring me down.


I need to know what time to set my watch — the light’s all bright now, but my watch still says 12:04. Just after midnight back home.


Alright, 6:06 at destination. Watch reset. Hour more in the air. Time to crack down on dass Deutsch lernen!

ocean slips: a music blog

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I’ve just launched my music blog — http://oceanslips.tumblr.com/

This is full of music, old(ish) and new, so I decided to create a separate space for it. The music-related articles I’ll be posting here will be more geared towards what bands are coming to town/interviews with said bands/and new album reviews.

When I get my new record player(my first one just recently bit the dust…tears), I’ll be reviewing the latest on vinyl, here.

oceanslips.tumblr.com is the place to go if you’re looking for music to add to your listening spectrum, not limited to what’s just come out. The music is shared via youtube, so everyone can play it without needing to download any special player. The video accompanying the music isn’t usually the point, but sometimes they’re pretty cool, and I’ll usually say that.

Being in Berlin, youtube has been showing this to me a lot more than I’d like:

“Unfortunately, this video is not available in Germany because it may contain music for which GEMA has not granted the respective music rights. Sorry about that.”

Solution: vimeo.com oder thedailymotion.com. Probably more, this is just what I’ve found so far to substitute for the youtube vids I can’t watch!

Metro Diner — You Get What You Want

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I’ve eaten at the Metro Diner twice so far, and both times it was bustling with folks coming in to get a good meal — and getting exactly what they want. Serving size is satisfying, and the meal itself is good n’ hot. Waiters are nice, and don’t rush you despite the busy-ness of the breakfast-dining that goes on all day long.

The first time, we were put on the wait list, so we walked to the beach, since it’s located right on 3rd st.

The best breakfast is the Fried Chicken and Waffle — I couldn’t not have it the second time I went, even though I’d inclined to try something new. The Eggs Benedict was swell as well, I swiped a few bites from across the table.

Azurea, leaves you feelin’ blue

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Azurea, the restaurant on the water at One Ocean resort in Atlantic Beach wasn’t worth my time, much less expense. While the atmosphere is beautiful, you can see the sand dunes, ocean and sky from the table, and the food was decent enough to swallow — it was not the exceptional quality one wants to expect and receive at such a fancy-shmancy place. With all that money most obviously put into the design of the place, the food should at least be alright enough to make me want to return. Perhaps if they traded in a chandelier for a new staff of cooks…

 

Of course, I really did enjoy the atmosphere — which is why I am so disappointed. I would like to return, and will — when the food-situation is fixed to proper delectability.