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Today Luci and Ari found had to work so Mum said she would look after Pearl.
Dad asked if anyone wanted to go with him to do some thing, and because Brigitte wanted to be with Pearl, I decided I would do something with him - we decided to go to the Neus Museum and see the Egypt collection.
We caught the S-Bahn to Aexanderplatz and had a quick look at the shops and then went to have ...
... Garden Houses". Small houses with large gardens. Very beautiful and some very old plants. Saw a Lear tree that was almost as big as the gum tree in Kelly's front yard, loaded with pears. Not sure how the pears were harvested. Back to Simon's area fir a stroll around the various streets admiring the beauty and the positive sense of community. Finally found a good ...
... in to the taxi. After lunch walked through the park which was full of dodgy characters. The east side was very different to the west where we were staying. Then home for a much needed siesta.
Dinner was at a local place overlooking the square in schoneberg. The waiter hated us asking for tap water and charged us 50cents each for it. Better than paying 7 euros for a big bottle I guess.
Went home and snorted some panadol :) Watched 3 episodes of ...
... because the google maps location on yelp was completely incorrect. But I made it, and we had a great time, watching the Spain v. Chili, drinking more than a few beers, and reminiscing about Raikes (remember that? A month ago? We were so young...). We ate traditional German food - I decided to be only semi-adventurous and went for an omelette with mushrooms, which was great. We had a really good time - I'm glad our very vague plan of Meeting Up in Europe This Summer? actually worked ...
... It was designed and built by the Moors in a protective medina like formation. Translation, it is an incomprehensible maze of steep narrow cobblestone roads and alleyways, staircases, hidden courtyards and shady squares. Even with a map, it is near impossible to navigate. In fact, we don't have a map. Our directions are scrawled on the back of a crumpled ATM receipt. We emerge from the San Apollonia station and stare at the formidable task laid out before us. We have to wheel, haul and ...