It’s more than a little embarrassing that the actual first time I ever went to Amsterdam was only ten days ago. I never intentionally avoided it, but I never really went for it either, however, finally everything fell into place and I had the most wonderful weekend in this unbelievably pretty city: the weather was perfect, the city was bright and clean and awaking from winter, the crowds were big and annoying, but there are ways to deal with that in NL. Food seems to be as big a topic over there as it is here in Berlin, and while I really did enjoy getting that 2,- kaassoufflé at Febo’s wall of food (you just have to try it once, or thrice), there was plenty of more elaborate stuff to munch on.
Disclaimer: I was invited on this trip by MeetMerano & MGM, the local tourism agency.
Nope, no intention to torture you with this article and its accompanying pictures. Just a simple reminder that to escape the icy wind and cold, it can be a good idea to mentally travel back to your past summer vacation, and subsequently plan the next one! Because Vorfreude ist die schönste Freude. It’s also a reminder to clean and grease your hiking boots, because you’ll need them for your next trip to the southern edge of the Alps, where palm trees and rough peaks co-exist and every Knödel is better than the last.
About a week before we were leaving for the boat, I found myself researching the warmest thermals and writing a packing list including woolen blankets and hot-water bottles. I was so, so scared I’d be cold all of the time – a circumstance I didn’t really consider when booking a couple months prior. And I bet you’re thinking the same: spending time on a boat in November? Why would I ever do that? Because: it’s a Bunbo and it turned out to be the most cosy, relaxing, and utterly delightful thing I’ve done all year.
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Have you ever asked yourself, why Kreuzberg is actually named Kreuzberg? Turns out it’s strikingly simple: it’s named after the cross on top of a hill in Victoriapark, located in the south west corner of the borough. In contrary to most of the rare and small “hills” in Berlin – which are mostly high piles of war-rubble – this one’s a natural, glaciation formed hill. Rising 66m above the ground, topped with a Prussian national monument, it’s a perfect place for a sundown-drink with a Belsazar Vermouth. Read on for a chance to win an all-inclusive package of Belsazar.
Okay, LA! You monster of a city that knows no limits! You’re definitely not easy to grasp for someone only equipped with old-timey European city-managing-skills. Someone who wants to stroll around to enjoy the (admittedly fake) impression of discovery, to soak in the atmosphere. Instead, you demand planning and patience, you want me to know where I’m going before I get into the car, to plan my day so I won’t be endlessly stuck in traffic because I decided to hit the ten at the wrong time of day, or went down Pico Ave because I hoped to avoid the jam on the 405 (no idea what I’m talking about…). I did plan for this, even more than for my trip to Tokyo last year (which already was my personal record for holiday-prep). Thanks to the LA-issue of Lucky Peach, which was published just a few weeks ago, and the tips of trusted friends form LA, I managed to eat exceptionally well on this trip and here’s what I had.