I was so sad to leave Amsterdam. The Vondel Park, the Van Gogh Museum (where we learned that it was not pronounced "Van Go," but "Van Huh," with a drawn out, guttural "h" at the end), the Indonesian food. I really, really enjoyed my time there. However, Bill had a few meetings scheduled in Germany, so off we went to Berlin.
I have never been enamored with Germany. It must have been all of those WWII units in middle school and high school that soured my taste for anything Teutonic. But, I have to admit, I was actually excited to go because my wonderful father-in-law's family emigrated to the States from Germany and Bill's older sister, Kseniya, lived there after college to study at the Guttenberg Museum in Mainz.
Regardless of my enthusiasm, I experienced nausea and deep-down-in-my-bones-exhaustion every hour of every day that we were in Berlin.
Regardless of my enthusiasm, I experienced nausea and deep-down-in-my-bones-exhaustion every hour of every day that we were in Berlin.