Berlin Bust

I just finished my last week of classes here. It came as one big slap in the face. I don’t want this to be over. I’ve spent the majority of my week whining to people in the States about how I don’t want to leave, and commiserating with my friends here about the end looming in sight. It’s difficult. I’ve become really close with the dance club, and I’m not sure I’m ready to leave this group behind. I just have to remember that a lot of the members visit the States and Canada fairly frequently.

I thought that going to Berlin last weekend would be a nice way to take my mind off of all my final projects, papers, and impending exams. But it didn’t. I didn’t have a very good time in Berlin, a sore subject that I do not want to delve into, or remember. I found myself wishing the whole weekend that I could just go back to Ireland. 

I feel I should at least mention a few highlights from Berlin though:

Our hostel room was ridiculously nice

The graffiti was fabulous

I pulled an Anthony Bourdain and ordered an extremely traditional meat plate for dinner one night and ate the whole terrible lot of it (even the raw hamburger ball in the corner).

Pretzels

Beer

German chocolate

 Pretty Buildings

I didn’t get to go to the top of the tv tower, or visit any of the famed vintage shops, or see the museums I wanted to go to, or go on the pub crawl I was so looking forward to. A sunburn with crazy tan lines added insult to injury. I suppose I learned the value of good travel companions, and how dreadful a trip can be with unsatisfactory ones.

I leave at the crack of dawn tomorrow morning for my Easter break, which HAS TO make up for last weekend. I’m going to Paris from April 14^th-18^th and meeting up with my friend Josh, who is studying there. Then, we’re going to Madrid, Spain together from the 18^th-20^th. On the 20^th, we’re going to Barcelona, and meeting up with another one of my friends, Justin. I could not be more excited! :)

P.S

My Irish dancing debut performance was tonight. We performed an eight hand jig and a "contemporary" step dance to Flo Rida's "Club Can't Handle Me". I got a giant charlie horse in my calf and limped through the whole thing. It was fun though.