To Berlin

March 25:

We all arose a bit earlier than we had previously and after just a bit of dawdling got packed and ready to go. We had left Pat with the charge of finding us a place to stay the previous night and he had chosen the Grand Hostel in Berlin. The Mad House had been our little Canadian paradise in the middle of Europe. We had been recommended it by a Canadian in Budapest and in addition to its Canadian owners most of the staff and guests happened to be Canadian. The Canadian population was great and contributed to a really friendly, enjoyable environment. But enough of that, it was time for us to leave. We got sandwiches and headed to Tesco to spend our final crowns on snacks for the train. We got a train without issue and didn’t even need to get a reserved seat. Since I had finished up Hitch-22 on my way to Prague I started The Blind Assassin, a Margret Atwood novel gifted to us in Rome. It was good but I quickly found myself napping, as trains almost always seem to make me do. When I awoke I got on my computer to write up the past few days before heading back to my book for the duration of the train ride. Once we checked in we rested and got on the internet before going to get some food. We had heard that a place was near us in a restaurant district had the best kebabs in town so we went in search of it. They were very good with a lot of vegetables, three sauces and goat cheese. Once we ate we watched Inglorious Bastards and called it a night.