Guys, it’s summer in Berlin. No one knows how long it will last (certainly shorter than we’re hoping or deserving) or how hot it will get (see parenthesis before), so it’s time to pack your bathing suit and start planning those lovely trips to one of the many lakes outside of Berlin. For example, go about 50 kilometers north, park your car in the woods and walk towards Bernsteinsee.
Sometimes Berlin feels like an island, too rarely my way leads me out of the city and into the countryside, enjoying the many beauties northern Germany has to offer. The past weekend I finally managed once again to travel up North to the Baltic Sea, more precise onto the island Rügen, Germany’s biggest island and home to the world famous chalk cliffs.
For my second visit to the Schöneberg cocktail scene (find my report of the first here), my friend suggested Salut, an exclamation-mark adorned place I must have walked by a hundred times on my way to her house from Nollendorfplatz.
I like my bars empty, I do. Matter of fact, I prefer them that way. Not that I don’t like having other people there, just that I appreciate that certain surplus of personal space that comes with, say, a library before closing time, or a second-hand record store on a Tuesday morning.
When living in the centre of this cosy little town, one sometimes tends to forget that Berlin actually lies in the middle of a beautiful holiday region with hundreds of lakes, forests and parks to discover.