Today was pretty fucking cool. After a delicious solo breakfast, which included a meat I’d never tried before (how have y’all been hiding the magic of bresaola from me?!🤦♀️), I joined an Alternative Walking Tour and explored a grittier side of Berlin with a rad English bloke leading the way. Four hours later, I was on my own again at the start of the East Side Gallery— a collection of artwork on the longest remaining stretch of what was once the Berlin Wall. Photos didn’t prepare me for what it was like to be there... to see so much undeniable beauty plastered right on top of such an ugly part of history. It genuinely took my breath away.
But of course— still gotta get some pics for the ‘gram— so I scoped out a place and waited for my moment. Lucky for me, I spotted a tall ginger with a nice camera and asked for an assist. Even luckier, he turned out to be @jonesaroundtheworld
, and we had a lovely chat and stroll, snapping some pics and being real ass people... even though one of us is a big time travel blogger, and the other is named Dave. 😂 Kidding, obvi. But seriously, that was dope. Don’t even get me started on the video message he sent to my queen so I could gush adoration. I pulled it together, but he almost saw my ugly cry face. 🙅♀️
I waked a mile in the wrong direction just chatting him up and being in awe of how he’s living the dream. My five months of solo travel seem like nothing in comparison, but HE didn’t make me feel like that. He made me feel like maybe one day, I could do this full time, too. Maybe.
But in the meantime, I think I’ve got a new friend, and at the very least, the photos he took include my head, my feet, and the thing I’m standing in front of— which is better than I can say for most of my other requested assists. You the real MVP, bro. 🙌
I’ll be up early again tomorrow to learn more about the rise and fall of the Nazis, but for now, my feet are achey and my scalp is sunburnt, so I’m callin’ it a night with a chorus of snoring dudes welcoming me to join (#HostelLife
). Thanks for giving me a reason to keep track of this journey— it’s already been even better than I’d imagined.