Talk about a warm reception…

Chicago, hot as hell is not what I had in mind, but hey you too. I did miss you, strangely.

Sitting at Potsdamer Platz making plans for the future.
Or rather guesses, as the 37signals guys would prefer.

Sitting at Potsdamer Platz making plans for the future. Or rather guesses, as the 37signals guys would prefer.

Fancy German tea, you are cool.
But a mug would be cooler.

Fancy German tea, you are cool. But a mug would be cooler.

Of travels, couches and beers

Second time around in Berlin and well, I like it even more. Good company helps, once again, but the place is incredible in it’s own right. The food is delicious and there are weirdos in every corner.

Plus, delicious cheap beer and the coolest little cafes. And I’m actually learning a bit of German. Last night we played folk songs and crappy pop and sang all night.

Wanda took me to see more (or rather, actual) Germany last week. We went to Dresden and Leipzig. Hard to travel to these places and not think of war; most old buildings you see in these cities were reconstructed after the whole place was blown to pieces.
True, it’s what happens when you start a war against the world, but how much beauty was forever lost.
I’m in Berlin until Monday, then i fly to London and right after, Chicago.

Friends who have couches and are willing to lend them for a couple days, please let me know.

Friends who want to consume edible goods and drink alcoholic beverages with yours truly, please say “yay” at this moment.

That is all.

So, surprise! I have decided to prolong my stay in Europe for two more weeks. I’m going back to Berlin before I go back to the states. I’ll be doing a bit of work from there, but also doing a bit of non-work while I still can. I’m in Paris for the day and it’s about a hundred degrees colder than Barcelona was.

Barthelona here I am.

Barcelona, the second to last destination of this trip. They speak an adorable language here somewhere between French, Spanish and just cutting off last letters of words for no apparent reaso.

I’m at a party hostel, it seems. But I totally lost my desire to party at this point! Especially with the twenty-year-olds.

What an old fart! Take me to a museum, so I can live there.

France has morphed me into the real Ira Glasses.

France has morphed me into the real Ira Glasses.

Vive le turisme!

I am in Nimes, Provence, France. They have the best preserved Roman temple in existence here, and an arena. I saw both and peed my pants a little each time.

I also took a day trip to Avignon and saw the old headquarters of Jesus Inc. (it was the home of the pope for quite some time). Lots of tourists but very cool anyway.

The south of France is quite friendly, as far as two days can tell, but definitely a gouge. So i decided to splurge and aside from the hotel, had some fine dining for a change. Spectacular, I must add. I remain here until tomorrow, when I get back on a train to Barcelona and meet my old friend Amanda for the first time in about 6 years. Pics on the ‘book.

Vive les stripes! Giant sticker at random corner in Avignon

Vive les stripes! Giant sticker at random corner in Avignon

I think I’m at the french Sizzler.

I think I’m at the french Sizzler.