Location: Hawthorne, FL
I worked-traded at the Florida Earthskills Gathering. I learned how to reverently slaughter a chicken, learned about pheromones, and how to take care of a gathering’s worth of humanure.
Everyone should do it once.
One day is enough.
I took a bus from Berlin to Munich for the first weekend of Oktoberfest, which actually started September 21st. The night before, I met a vampire from Romania who bedazzled us with card tricks. Dawned in my dirndl, I awoke bright and early to catch the train into the festival, where we waited in a crowd outside the Armbrustschützenzelt tent for a bit before being one of the first waves allowed in. We secured a few tables and waited til noon.
My first liter of beer came right out of the first-tapped barrel of Oktoberfest 2013. The rest is history.
A word of wisdom: EAT. Eat as much as you can, so you may continue to drink coherently. ;]
As part of a German class, we all hiked up to Wedding to “tour” some “legal” “graffiti.” (Like, five. Nur funf!!~)
In the cold and wet.
After my own personal exciting urban exploration, this was sort of a drag, whether it beat the classroom or not is still in debate.
^The courteous sign alerting us the mirrored building was under video surveillance.
As the sun began it’s ascent and slow close of yet another Berlin evening, Connor and I climbed in.
One stop down from Mexikoplatz. There was always something surreal about coming to this place.
As far from one shore as the other, naked, cold and alive, the feeling that the water and all it’s outlier loneliness might vanish, as if Berlin decided a blue-green gem so close couldn’t be abided by, hung, treading water with me.