pizza night in kreuzberg

over a doughy-but-not-too-chewy and cheesy-but-not-too-greasy

well-deserved-from-biking-gillions-of-kilometers fantastic margherita pizza from 
il casolare

i somehow survive a charming conversation in broken italian, german, and english

with a new friend, the stranger milania from sicily. 

we sit crowded at a long table, observing what appear to be berlin's most stylish walking on by with open containers.

m and i gesture camera lenses and fresh fish, brooklyn and atlanta.

this, this whole awesome-stranger-meeting, language-struggling thing, self says to self, is why you're on this adventure and what you'll remember when you're old and crusty and settled down. as i wonder why i couldn't exempt myself from pizza night on account of i'm in berlin and should be eating a bratwurst?

-yeh!

breakfast in berlin

hammer eats stinky cheese on a roll,

i eat marzipan poppyseed yogurt with muesli + a blueberry bun + watermelon

my life for the past few days in berlin has been very similar to my life in new york. i bike everywhere, i run through the park, i hang out with percussionists, i spend an unhealthy amount of time at the grocery store. every so often little differences like the bikers on the sidewalk, the butter on the sandwiches, the pistachio cream as a topping option at their pinkberry equivalent, and the extra bit of time spent waiting at a restaurant remind me that i am not in new york and no, i may not jaywalk.

additionally, marzipan poppyseed yogurt just blew my mind. 

-yeh

away i go.

one morning a few months back i woke up with a slight hangover and a plane ticket to berlin in my inbox. oops!

...and so today i embark on a little european adventure through germany and england and who knows where else.

i'll begin my days with muesli and end them with currywurst,

practice my entschuldigungs and my bitte sehrs,

see some very dear friends,

ponder time/meaning/sentiment,

observe, conclude, try, meet, stream, write, snap, plot.

and perhaps be this thing we call "whimsical."

wish me schnitzels!

-yeh!!!

dubuque, between rests

1. dubuque does not look like this, this shot was taken en route from illinois because i have a thing for silos. dubuque is hilly and gorgeous and filled with cows. it is perfect for a really difficult run that prepares you for the amount of cheese in the average iowa partygoer diet; it is perfect for discovering a patch of ambition, dreaming up projects. the type of thing that city streets with honky taxis does not foster. 

2. & 3. host mum: molly, what do you like to eat?

me: anything but bananas, mushrooms, and seafood. i particularly love sampling local specialties.

host mum: oh, you know what you must try?

me: what must i try??

my head: local asparagus? corn? perhaps a pig from the farm down the road??

host mum: taco pizza from happy joe's!

so i ate the taco pizza. i enjoyed the taco pizza. i would totally eat again, that taco pizza. it is the answer to those times when i am eating a taco but am craving something doughy. taco stuff on pizza dough, get at that, rick bayless. 

4. {left} & 6. another dubuque specialty, mario's panzerotti. essentially a deep fried calzone. yummy, but easter island face inducing when i consider my poor tummy in the aftermath. 

4. {right} iowa people are boozy people in the best possible way. i began my days with whiskey in my coffee, ended them with all kinds of bubbly.

5. i caught a firefly on the summer solstice. 

7. so much talent, about to eat so much taco pizza.

-yeh!