Berlin.
City of ear grunters.
No, seriously. I was taking a picture when this otherwise respectable, middle-aged man who was with his wife came up past me, stuck his face out, and grunted in my ear. Seeing as how I was practically in a bush in order to get this shot and didn't see how I was harming anybodz, I startledly cried out "Ummm... what the hell?!", and yet somehow only received a grin back from him, along with a weird "Maybe you're the one with a problem..." look back from his wife.
Just sayin'. Ear grunters. Weird lot.
Anyway, apart from that and these darn keyboards that have switched up the "Z" and "Y" kezs (see?! "kezs" instead of "keys". I can't tzpe. SHOOT! "TYPE"!), Berlin has been grand thus far. (We arrived this morning. So we're not at all quick to judge.) Everything is clean though, and the streets and metro seem to be easy to navigate, knock on wood. Tomorrow... a walking tour, perhaps? Or maybe a musical, seeing as how we didn't end up seeing Evita! :P
(Ugh. Evita. I mean, I love the A.L.Webber and all, but we ended up going on a steam paddle boat ship ride instead (it seemed like a nice, Elbe River/local thing to do!), and have we mentioned that they do NOT have any english in Dresden?! Because they don't. No printed signs, no nothing. Just grunting. (Thankfully though, not in your ear!) So that's how THAT went. No Evita, just incoherence on a boat from 1929, past some grape vinyards and houses that looked like a 3 yr. old'd built them.)
In sum, speaking of grunting, I need to go to bed. Seems I'm disgruntled.
Love from Berlin, east and west!
xo
-a.
(d., who was much more coherent, says "HI!", but without the rambling that I have done.) :P
Hi Girlies, I may have stumbled upon something that could explain the grunter. In my obsessive curiosity about the places you two visit, I often look at travel blogs in order to obtain and pass along useful (or less) information and I came upon a rather snarly, disgruntled, but humourous blogger who told a story about "Sour Krauts", and in particular, one Sour Kraut who yelled at a group of young tourists who were taking pictures. Apparently there are 'rules' about taking pictures. Anyway, if you have the time or the inclination, here's the link to the blog: http://dunkinberliner.blogspot.com/search/label/Bitter%20Old%20Commies
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haha, "sour krauts". SO fitting! we will have to investigate this further, though i have a feeling he may have been one!
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