cafes | eirians

And last Friday I spent a few hours making dinner for the people I live with. And we all helped out with the dishes. And there was music in the kitchen. And then I met my other friend in a wine bar where we’re trying to become regulars, and the owner gave us stickers with a picture of his dog.

And there was a bit of a storm outside, and the snow flakes landed on my lipstick and I was laughing when I walked home. This week I’ve spent every day in my painting shirt and I’ve helped my friend decorate her walls and in the mornings I have coffee in different cafes and in the evenings I fall asleep earlier than usual since I started to work out, and life. Life is shaping up. Ups and downs, there’s been a few, and it doesn’t really matter. I’ve been happy for quite a while. The faster life starts running, the slower I walk.

I feel like I’ve almost posted a trilogy about Germany, but I’ve now travelled through three cities there so I guess that makes sense.

After Nürnberg and Augsburg I went to Berlin.

Actually I met up with my dad and brother there. Walked into an airconditioned hotel lobby and saw my dad get out of the elevator to greet me, and it was weird. It’s weird when you’re not travelling with your family, and suddenly they show up in some random country. I knew they were gonna be there of course, and thank God for that since otherwise I have no idea how I would have actually gotten home, but it’s still out of place somehow, like family is isolated to specific family vacations and home.

Anyway, it was nice. We rented little electric scooters for a bit and drove through Berlin.

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And we found like the most amazing cafés. Here’s the first one, a really fancy one called The Barn, with the kind of actual good coffee that I can’t really appreciate because I want it cold, with chocolate and caramel and two thirds milk. Did appreciate the view though.

But this one was my actual favourite. In the centre of Berlin, you turn around a corner and end up on this big, industrial looking side street. Some of the buildings around still have bullet holes in them. And then there’s this, little green hipster oasis, right there in the midst of it. I had some sort of “rose coffee cocktail” which honestly wasn’t that good, but I felt like it said a lot about the place. So a little bit pretentious maybe, but I still absolutely loved it. Sat there for like a couple of hours, writing letters and feeling cool. Hihgly recommend.