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.
When one lives, works, and breathes in Berlin it’s easy to forget that this miraculous monster of a city actually sits in the center of a quite pastoral landscape, with loads of lakes, fields, and forests. And a gorgeous farm-to-table restaurant in the midst of Mecklenburg’s woods. Here, instead of serving plain old Schnitzel with potatoes and gravy like so many country inns, chef Wenzel Pankratz is creating unpretentious and elegant menus centered around the quality of the produce they grow. We spent an evening, night, and morning in this picture-perfect paradise, and you should too.
In case you’re familiar with my Instagram, you probably unfollowed me three weeks ago when I was posting too many stories and pictures of me and friends relaxing at a gorgeous spa, basically lavish exposure of extensive spa-ing in the middle of a random week. But let me tell you more about this wondrous place about 1,5 hours South of Berlin, tucked away in the picturesque biosphere reserve Spreewald. It’s a stunning spa hotel called Bleiche.