Well we encountered a significant problem in our blogging efforts these past few days, as we were tragically isolated from the inter-web in our Berlin hotel room. Instead of paying the criminals at the front desk something like 50 euros an hour for access, or going to a nearby internet cafe, we opted for the cheap and lazy solution, which was to do absolutely nothing.
But now I’m back in my Saarbrücken apartment, comfortably submerged in the life giving, blog enabling, amniotic fluid of the internet, the world returned to my needy, greedy fingertips. Elisabeth is currently getting job training in Frankfurt, busy learning the ancient methods of the Berlitz language program, so I will do my best to recount a couple of highlights from our two days in Berlin.
The first night was a night of coincidences.  We met up with one of my sister’s Berlin friends, who’s brother, who coincidentally goes to school with me, was also visiting.  We had never met, however, until that night.  We then went to a club in which another alum from our school, Santogold, was coincidentally performing that very same night.  And then we were coincidentally turned away at the door, after coincidentally waiting in line for two hours!  ”We’re at capacity,” explained a bloated man at the entrance, whose tight fitting shirt was clearly already over capacity, “You can get in after the show.”  But since we were only there to see Santogold, there was no way we were going to stay and wait until the show was over.  So sadly, I will never know if the club, which I believe was called Tape, is worthy of an earthfave.  But I know that Santogold is still worthy of a listen. Hailing from Brooklyn, she’s America’s answer to M.I.A., for better or worse, and she’s likely to get really big in the next few months, so get on the wagon before it’s too late.
Santogold is the new M.I.A.
Having spent the last few hours amid the scummiest and creepiest club-goers that Berlin could conjure up, and the previous night in front of security checkpoint 5 at Stansted International, me and my sister had no choice but to walk dejectedly back to our hotel and sleep it off.
Thanks, Santogold, for puking gold glitter all over our night.
The next day, however, made up for the tragedies of the night before. Thai food at a restaurant called Mr. Hai and Friends, and later a club in the heart of Berlin, aptly named Weekend. Both places have been geobookmarked for everyone to see. So check them out at earthfaves, they’re both great places, especially Weekend, which is truly one of the city’s greatest clubs.
The next day saw us both off at the train station, me heading for Saarbrücken, my sister for Frankfurt. So that’s it then, unless my sister has something to add. The trip was great, and now that I’m back, I get to spend another week in the office before going back home to America. Farewell for now, friends and friendly people.
