Lunch Break at Berlin’s Tempelhof Airport

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As I’m working from home now most of the time, I’ve made it my new personal regiment to head out on a bike ride for lunch instead of eating. Served me well that it’s been very summer-y all week long so far.

Just the other day, on my first 20km round through Berlin, I passed the old inner city airport Tempelhof, one of Hitler’s finest, if you will. As I was already running late I postponed a visit for another day, and that day turned out to be today.

The airport was closed down some two years ago, and has since been turned into a public park of epic proportions. Airstrips, runways and all roads on the field are available to the general public. Riding around that area on a bike is incredible. Amidst all the talk to turn it into a commercial ground, I’m now glad it turned out the way it did, and that the city is committed to investing more in it.

Obviously I couldn’t pass the chance to bring a camera, so Polaroid 355 loaded with expired Polaroid 664 film it was. If you’re in Berlin and feel like being out and about for a bit, Tempelhof is pretty great. Of course you should be on the lookout for a tour through the buildings, which are actually the masterpieces of this airport.

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Our Weekend

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Was so relaxed, incredibly hot, and full of cherries. J and Mari took the train out to her parents’ on Friday, I followed on Saturday and Sunday, taking care of Mr. T in between, poor guy can’t be left alone and needs some feeding.

Anyway, was so nice to just hang out, take some photos, and watch Mari enjoy cooling down in her new, tiny pool. I ate a lot of cherries, as J’s parents’ tree was incredibly heavy with these delicious, irresistible and sometimes stomach-ache causing fruit. There was heaps of other food, there was taking the bikes out for a Sunday ride and there was some football world cup too.

I was pretty happy we got away from the city for this weekend, as temperatures were around 36 degrees C. I do enjoy a hot summer in the city, but sometimes it’s just nice to get out.

But enough about our weekend, how was yours?

Potsdam Sanssouci

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The Rough Guide for Berlin lists Potsdam Sanssouci as the number one place to go in Berlin. The irony is that it’s not in Berlin. It’s not far, just outside of Berlin, in Potsdam, but still. I find that pretty hilarious. But the Rough Guide doesn’t lie, Sanssouci, and Potsdam in general, is a nice place to go.

When Brian came to visit us, we took him there on a Sunday that started out a bit rainy, but turned out to be a beautiful and warm pre-summer day, with a grand finale of a thunderstorm moving through the city. We just like taking visitors there, because it’s just such a beautiful and impressive place to walk around. The king went all out in Sanssouci, that’s for sure.

If you’re in the area, definitely pay a visit, you won’t regret it. Potsdam is a pretty little city and easy to reach on the train from Berlin, a mere half hour from the city. Potsdam does have one downside though, it’s hard to get your hands on decent coffee. But I’m willing to put up with that for one day every now and then.

Summer!

Oh Summer, I do love you. Lots. You don’t even know or appreciate how much I love you, I’m sure. But I do, I really do. I wouldn’t mind if you were nine months long, leaving out Autumn and Winter going directly to Spring again. I don’t need either of them, that’s why we love to escape them and go to Australia and/or New Zealand every now and then during Winter, remember?

Raspberries

Of course you do. You are in fact my favorite season, dear Summer. Spring is nice too, but it’s not as great as you are. I love everything you have to offer: heat, sun, strawberries, raspberries, meeting up with friends on the blue hour, meeting up with friends during the day, having picnics, warm summer nights, summer rain, being out on our balcony watching the street life down below, being out in the country, playing inline hockey in the heat, just everything. Yes, I even love Summer in Berlin. I wouldn’t mind the occasional ocean beach around here, but whatareyougonnado.

Hops & Barley

You are just plain awesome, Summer. I just wanted to say that. Carry on, Summer, with all your awesomeness.

Sundays

Even though our priorities shifted dramatically recently, and our daily schedule is cut into small iterations of 2.5 hours, it’s still nice to celebrate Sundays. Not particularly because J. and I don’t see much of each other the rest of the week, because we do, but because it’s nice to have some rituals. Of course you’ll still find me in front of a computer, and with a camera in hand like any other day, but still.

One of my favorite rituals for Sunday are pancakes. No doubt, pancakes go with every other day of the week, but there’s something about getting up, mixing the dough (and don’t you dare use a pancake mix) and letting the pancakes sizzle in a pan, one by one, all the while trying out new tricks for making the dough. As with a lot of things I somehow connect pancakes with Australia. When I was in Byron Bay for the first time, we stayed in a nice backpackers for about a week. Even though we slept in a ten-bed dorm it was still nice. I made a didgeridoo, and every morning I would go out, order some pancakes and a cappuccino, and then sit down on a bench with a view of the subtropical woods surrounding the village.

Long story short: I love pancakes, with maple syrup and butter, just like Aunt Jemima used to make. I need to be honest here, my first encounter of American-style pancakes was Aunt Jemima’s pancake mix. It was okay, but I tend not to think about that a lot, because self-made pancakes are so much better, and so dang easy anyway.

We also had our first strawberries this Sunday, some fruit is a must with pancakes, it’s the best way to justify them as healthy. Plus, I managed to get some decent foam from the new espresso machine. I’m sure by now Jördis must think that I’m out of control when it comes to coffee. I actually discovered that there’s several roasters within a one kilometer radius of our apartment. So much coffee to try, and I’m looking forward to each and every one of them.

Another thing that fits in perfectly well with a lazy Sunday is Molly’s book “A Homemade Life.” I love Molly’s writing, and if you do too, you should get this book. Although, between you and me, I think you probably own it already, right?

On a last note, I also made a special appearance at this new thing called “Bench Monday” on Flickr, trying out the self-timer for Polaroid Automatic cameras that Carolyn sent me. Thought you should know.

Bench Monday

I also blatantly used Jördis’ photos for this post. I’m sure she’s cool with it.

Have a great week, friends!