budapest

While I'm on a trips-I-forgot-to-mention roll, Budapest! A beautiful city with delicious food, most of which seems to at least resemble if not be some sort of goulash. The success of 3-day jaunt through the city was largely thanks to our wonderful Brazilian CS host, who probably knew more about Budapest and its history than any random Hungarian you might pester for insider tips on the street. Free tour guide! Hooray! Why I keep going back to the network.

Meanwhile in Berlin, Isa enters her first week of grad school and somehow seems to be starting already behind. I've been crashing each afternoon after marathon study sessions at the library (and marathoning your brain is at least as exhausting as marathoning your legs) and feeding myself rather haphazardly with cafeteria food, cookies, and too many avocados, if there is such a thing. Also partying like a pro, I don't even think anyone's caught on to the fact that I'm an introvert yet.

Time management is key, I know, I'm just still trying to figure out how to manage it. But my schedule has graced me with semester-long long weekends, which means Amsterdam this weekend to visit the boy and lots of studying on the bus.

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museum highlight: mumok & leopold museum // vienna

So, obviously, when in the capital of Jugendstil/Art Nouveau you hit the museums in order to properly ogle Egon Schiele and Klimt's mad doodle skills. And, of course, all that beautiful concrete and marble that make art museums pretty much the best places in the world to just amble and admire the shadows.

Now I just sit at home and admire the photos IN MY NEW APARTMENT IN BERLIN WHAAAAA
Yeah that's right peoples, I live in Berlin now and I start orientation at uni today actually. This means that I can showcase my special talent of always being the awkward weirdo in new social situations. But we're (practically) old now, which means that people love that awkward weirdo sh*t, golly gosh am I glad I'm not in high school anymore.

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Vienna

Every time I go to put together a blog post I am hit by the shameful realization of just how long I have been neglecting this poor baby of mine. This is why I would be a terrible mother - I can't even keep the cacti alive.

Vienna was first and last stop on the 5-days-3-cities tour my friend Theo and I did back in ancient history June on a rather pricey whim but, we figured, we're young and have the time and can always eat (veggie) döners for the next month so why wait until we are old and have the money and no time or youthful energy whatsoever? But so is the nature of the modern career, amiright or what?

This was not my first time in Vienna - I waltzed (teehee) through here back in 2009, when I was still a stupid teenager who thought German was probably a totally easy language to learn. (To be fair, my brain was probably fresher and squishier and better at retaining all those 16-syllable words.)

But this jaunt through the Hapsburg capital did remind me why I used to dream of living there and still do - I can totally see myself growing old in ridiculously large fur coats and frittering away my last days in grand coffee houses delicately nibbling at a piece of Sachertorte with one of those delicate little forks before another evening at the opera. Vienna is a Paris that feels real.

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home sweet no-longer-home

Before I leave this room forever and move to Berlin (that's happening on Saturday, folks), I figured I'd get some good pictures of it since it's so goshdarn photogenic. Or at least it was, before I started packing - now it's practically a war zone. I try not to have too much stuff but then I was too attached to my shoes. Fail.

The win for this week has been trying to get rid of my food stuffs - I've been (uncharacteristically) cooking up a storm. It's all Thai food and homemade popsicles and brigadeiro up in this joint and blurrrgh down in the very full tummy joint.

Le sigh because I shall miss this room, but new adventures await! I'm simultaneously excited and just kind of annoyed that I have to make all new friends again, because garsh I hate not being able to be anti-social at parties. Or attending parties at all, really, since I'm actually the introvert prototype. But I move into my new room on the 8th, and maybe I'll pop up to Hamburg in the meantime to kill time and because I hear there's pretty and sea up there.

So goodbye Mainz. Goodbye runs along the Rhein. Goodbye all the white wine and and nothing but Pils all the time.

P.S. For good measure I've thrown in a shot of our dishes too. Because they're so shiny.

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bärenquelle brauerei // berlin

Oh, did I forget to mention I went to Berlin? Well, I did, and it was lovely and full of picnics and cheap Turkish food. Slightly less lovely is the apartment-hunting process, and by slightly less lovely I mean downright stressful. It's hard to write an interesting apartment application when you can't seem not to sound like a kindergartner in your newest foreign tongue, but at least I have the chance to rediscover Jason Mraz in the meantime and take cookie-and-instagram breaks. Wahhh so many people with pretty, permanent residences.

As far as abandoned East German breweries go, I'd say Bärenquelle is one of the coolest (by which I mean only) I've witnessed. Luckily for me I managed to catch the place free of meth cookers and crack addicts and with great lighting, so I got to pretend I'm actually a great photographer for an hour and escape the city life, which is always nice because there is so much singing out loud I suppress when walking down the street so as not to seem crazy that by the time I'm alone I'm usually bursting with songs.

Another perk is getting to feel totally badass as you throw your bag over the fence and slip through the bars. I'm like a fox.

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