By now I’ve finished my intensive language course, the first of many levels, and I’m unable to take the second level straight away as my grad school orientation interferes. However, I was able to have an entire conversation in German at the nail salon last week, so if that’s not a testament to progress then I don’t know what is.
To kick off week two in Berlin, I’ve enrolled in a one-month intensive German language course. It’s true that most people I’ve encountered here, German and other, speak English, and many of them fluently. It’s a nice safety blanket, but I didn’t move to Germany to stay within my comfort zone.
2016 went out with a bang. After a seriously fun NYE and New Year’s Day brunch, it’s time for a cleanse. The beginning of a new year brings upon a great deal of two things: resolutions and nostalgia. Cleansing is my resolution, and with the big move to Berlin coming up, I’ve been very nostalgic about NYC days. In my last post on the city, I covered my favorite restaurants, mostly in and around the East Village. Here I’ve compiled a few of my favorite bars, also centralized in the EV.
To transition from New York City to Berlin, Max and I chose to settle down in the New Hampshire countryside for a bit. We’ve been here for nearly four months, yet somehow it still feels like vacation. That this weekend or the next we’ll return to our cozy little East Village apartment and routine New York life will be restored.
You can expect to see the unexpected in New York City; people and buildings worthy of second glances. I regret not taking a picture of the man dubbed Chandelier and his friend King Charles V…or was it the VI? Chandelier had metallic dreadlocks that he habitually spray-painted gold, and King Charles was a wandering man with nothing but a rocking horse and a portfolio of amateur photographs. I purchased a King Charles original print for $1, and he kindly signed the back with a personal message: “I like pizza”.
I’m very health conscious, but I’m also a Libra, so I like to balance my diet with a little something sweet. As with most things in NYC, the options for candy stores are boundless, and in order to find the best ones, you have to know where to look. The West Village is where you’ll find New York’s primo sweet (and Swedish) spot. Sockerbit, a self-serve candy bar, offers varied and delicious treats with the most amusing names. I enjoy the Vattenmeloner, Skumshots, Pasta Basta Lordgubb and Surnyckel, which were labeled “Sour Wrenches” at the store.