BERLIN

So, here we are at the end of a long day of seeing the sights of Berlin. Why Berlin you ask?? Well, this was the only route available to get to Paris, Business Class, using air miles, so we decided to stay a couple of days. Like Paris and New York, Berlin is a great place to walk. Our hotel, the Ritz Carlton is on the Potsdamer Platz, formerly in ‘East Berlin’. East Berlin has been completely rebuilt in the last 10 years and this area, especially, is the site of new, very modern, skyscrapers. Opposite us is the fabulous Sony Center pictured above. It’s a maze of walkways, cafes, cinemas and shops.

Our arrival coincided with the Berlin Marathon which finished just down the road from our hotel. As a result, there was no car access and we had to schlep our suitcases (6 weeks of clothes!) through throngs of well-wishers to our hotel. However, right after we checked in we walked to the finish line area and rewarded ourselves with a glass of ‘Berliner Pils’ and a “wurst”. It always amazes us to watch older people complete a marathon looking less winded then we do after a 45 minute workout! They must have better trainers! It couldn’t be anything we do, or don’t do!

Berlin has changed overwhelmingly in the last 15 years. It was interesting to compare what we each remembered from previous visits (Paul’s last time here was 1976, mine in 1991)! When Paul was here, Berlin was a beleaguered city surrounded by East Germany. You needed a passport to visit the East and it was quite frightening to turn over your passport at “Checkpoint Charlie”. On your return, your car was searched for contraband (or people--who were routinely shot trying to escape). On one trip, Paul’s car was searched on the way in and his Hilton and Playboy magazines confiscated as forbidden propaganda. Paul was upset to see that the famous Church that had been preserved as a bombed hulk as a reminder of the war, had been repaired! It’s still called a memorial, but the roof has been closed in and the ceiling inside repaired (albeit poorly). Only the outside has been left alone. Preventing additional damage from the elements seemed like a poor excuse to drastically change a memorial like that. He thinks right-wing nationalists did it to eliminate one of the few remaining signs of the war.

Chris was here just after the wall came down. The East was a grim, rundown area with little business. Now, it’s the showplace of a proud German Republic with huge new government and private buildings. The government was moved here from Bonn, requiring a huge investment in offices and embassies. All is not perfect, however, the city still has an unemployment rate of 17% and is almost bankrupt from the social costs of supporting the social obligations of the East.

We only had one day to sightsee and took one of those split level busses around the city. One interesting thing that we saw was the new Memorial to the Jewish dead in Europe which was within walking distance of our hotel. It’s a field of hundreds of simple gray slabs of stone {looking like tombs) of varying heights (from flat to 10 feet high), arranged in rows, over rolling hills. You can walk between them but quickly lose sight of each other. It’s eerie, I had a moment of panic when Paul and I got separated—it’s not a place for little children. There are no names listed, nor is there much of a description to let you know where you are. Walking between the rows made people there very quiet. On another visit we plan to go into the underground museum that we missed this time. The ‘hop on’, ‘hop off’ bus tour allowed us to manage our whirlwind tour of the city; wandering around the Reichstag (government seat now), Checkpoint Charlie, the Brandenburg Gate, the Memorial Church and of course a stroll down the famous Ku’damm where we peeked into all the designer shops. We had a late afternoon coffee (which means cake is involved) in an outdoor café at the famous Kempinski Hotel. Here and there we saw pieces of the former ‘Wall’ and tried to imagine what it must have been like to live in a city divided.

While here, we wanted to stick to local ‘German’ food since we were heading to Paris for 6 weeks. That was easier said than done. Other than the traditional ‘wursts’ from street vendors and a Weiner Schnitzel at a pseudo-French brasserie we were unable to find any ‘better’ German restaurants – they were all French or Italian! The beer was good, the bread was better and I will miss the incredible yogurt bar at the hotel.

auf weidersein,

Christina & Paul
September 26, 2006

World Cup Fever

Picture this....two weeks ago, I get a phone call from Scott who says, "mom, wanna go to the World Cup with me?" Yah sure, first of all how do we get tickets and then there's the question of flights and rooms once we get there. But, that's exactly what we did. Scott was given two tickets to the Brazil/France game in Frankfurt and two more for the quarter finals to see Germany play Italy in Dortmund! After a little fancy footwork on his part, and a call to relatives outside of Frankfurt, we were on our way.

I've liked soccer since Scott was a 6 year old playing on the fields in Canada, but I wouldn't say that I was a serious fan. The World Cup, however, is something quite different. Every four years there's a fever that's infectious, especially strong amongst the European's in this city. The excitement we saw as we passed some of the bars here in the city couldn't quite compare though with sitting in the stadiums in Germany watching the actual games. To say that there was excitement in the air is an understatement. The flags, painted faces colourful outfits and the crowds all attested to the excitment of the matches. The sound of the fans could be heard from a distance and in the stadiums themselves, the chanting, singing, waving of flags and beating of drums was constant throughout the entire game. We have never seen anything like it and were especially overwhelmed by the crowd which numbered 65,000 in Dortmund. The game there was really exciting but it was somewhat sad to see the German team loose in the last few minutes of play. We sampled a LOT of beer, ate wurst, and a variety of local goodies and even got to spend some time in the town where I was born. All of my mom's family still lives there and no matter when we go, we're always made to feel welcome. For Scott it was the first time back in almost 15 years and it was fun to see him practise his German. We made a side trip to Colongne and thought it would be worth going back to. We both thought of Jory and all our friends who love chocolate during our tour of the "Chocolate Museum".

This Sunday is the final game between Italy and France. Popular opinion is that Italy will win, but I'm routing for the French. If you've never watched a game, tune in at 3:00pm--it should be fun.