N-n-nineteen.

Today, an outgoing Berliner quoted various song lyrics, without prompting, to me and a few of my travelin' buddies. We were baffled at first but eventually we were all able to come to an agreement: Bob Dylan is indeed a poet. And so poetry saves me yet again.
It was another long day of explorations, with a walking tour taking us through the Brandenburg Gate and Museum Island, through the abstract Holocaust memorial and the site of Hitler's bunker, all the way to Checkpoint Charlie. After that we grabbed a quick bite to eat and set off for our appointment at the Reichstag building, where we all really enjoyed the quality views of Berlin despite our growing delirium. We made our way home on a public bus (the transportation system here is excellent) and after a few hours of downtime for photo editing, showers and naps, we were ready to go find some much-anticipated ice cream. I'm looking forward to an exciting and productive week.

Museum Island had the biggest dandelions I had ever seen.

"Angels of the Reichstag"