Berlin, Berlin, Berlin. What can I say? It was an absolutely wonderful city! Did it kick Munich's ass? Not quite, but it sure came pretty darn close. The buildings are gorgeous, old and new. The atmosphere of the whole place was well over amazing. And to go from concrete buildings to rivers was the perfect blend of city and nature.
If life ever decides to take you to Berlin, I highly recommending making The Brandenburg Gate your very first stop. It's surreal. No other way to explain it, really. I just couldn't believe I was standing right in front of this structure that I had seen so many times in my textbooks and in movies. Trust me, they don't even begin to do that place justice.
11 hour flights can be quite boring, that is, except when you sit next to a middle-aged Hungarian man. I wasn't sitting down for more than 30 seconds when he felt compelled to show me his passport so I could know where he was from and what his name was. Once I told him I was from Los Angeles, needless to say, he was psyched. He insisted that he get a picture with me because I am a Californian. Way to boost my already-too-large California ego, Hungarian man. I finally know what Miley feels like! So, Hungarian man proceeded to tell me all about his four daughters and showing me pictures of them. Every word he spoke was in Hungarian, with the exception of counting to four in English every time he told me about a new daughter. I just nodded my head, smiled, and kept replying, "uh-huh" and I think he totally bought it. You'd think Hungarian man would just be a hoot the whole flight. Au contraire... Imagine hours of hairy legs spread wider than Pamela Anderson's on the seat next you... awkward. But there are no real complaints here, because how can you really complain when that 11 hour flight takes you to a place as wonderful as Germany. :)