So, I’m lying in bed reading my Let’s Go Europe 1999 guidebook for my upcoming trip. I absolutely LOVE reading guidebooks, especially AFTER I’ve been to a place.
Then a thought occurs to me. It’s been scratching its way from the dusty nooks of my cranium for a while, and has reared its head:
I want to live in Berlin.
I’m not going to Berlin next week. But that’s ok, because I’m convinced that I will live there soon.
If I cannot get my work visa for San Francisco, I’m going to live there. In an east Berlin apartment, filled with Bauhaus furniture. I’m going to speak German like froiline Maria, eat spatzel and schnitzel and invest my life in the underground parties and other deutsche shenanigans. I’ll lie in the Tiergarten sans clothes, go to the Love Parade and open my mind to art, history and The Wall, and say stuff like, “Ich vershteh nicht, eischlikke Herr.Und! Und! Ich bin ein uber taschenpuffer.” [“I understand nothing ugly man. And And! I am a super hipflask.” Phrases that I may find REALLy useful on the street.]
What to do?
Berlin vs San Francisco.
Berlin pros: German, retro culture, great clothes, spatzel, beer, museums, close to Amsterdam, the nightlife, history, two different cities, I can ski close by, it’s like Johannesburg.
Berlin cons: The Germans, neo-Nazis, pigs knuckles, I’ve done Europe, its cold, I need to learn German; might get tired of the club scene.
San Francisco pros: Very cosmopolitan, biggest China Town outside of Asia; the coast, Californian tan, Napa Valley, Victoria’s Secret, Tahoe for skiing, public transport, friendly yanks, can do American Dream road trips, it’s pretty, it’s like Cape Town.
San Francisco cons: steep hills, Americans will ask lots of “do you live in a hut” questions, beef jerkey, it’s foggy, is far from home.