I have my system down when it comes to international travel: I put on my Victoria’s Secret violet sweatsuit, eat a full evening meal, and then take a half an Ambien. It guarantees I’ll sleep for almost the entire flight, so I’m ready to rock ‘n roll when I land.
After a brief stop in Amsterdam (which holds painful memories of a break-up long ago), I landed in Berlin late on Friday morning.
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That afternoon, we grazed on food from all over the world and danced to the multi-cultural sounds of Berlin. The lawn in the center of the festival area was buzzing with acrobats, magicians, stilt-walkers, witches and wizards, while about 300 market stalls seduced us with fantastic culinary creations.
With nearly 800 musicians on four stages over the four-day festival, there’s something for everyone: from Reggae to the Tarantella, Flamenco to Samba.
But Tobias had already bought me a gift: an adorable Steiff bear with violet-tipped mohair and a note around its neck stating simply, “Ich bin dein… für immer” (“I am yours… for keeps”).
After a late afternoon nap, we headed out for the evening, and it’s a good thing we didn’t overdress, because Tobias led me to Berlin’s famous KitKatClub, where there’s an “undress” code. You shed most of your clothing upon entering!
|I'm not sure what time we left the club. . . but we saw the sunrise the next morning.|
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This was a microcosm of the world I want to live in – where everyone feels free to be who they really are – and I can be free to be my utmost vampiest!