In twelve hours, my roommate, Lenz, and I will be on our way to the airport, so I can catch my flight to Newark and then on to Seattle. Total travel time from airport gate to airport gate will be seventeen and a half hours. Let's hope there are no delays.
I just finished packing, and now Lenz and his friend, Aga, are prepping dinner as they promised me a nice last meal in Germany. How nice! I just tried to ask if I could help prep, and they shooed me out, telling me to go finish packing. Haha. I just have to wait for the rest of my clothes to dry...
Yesterday, I was extremely lucky to have "good" weather for my farewell party in Mauerpark. All week it had been raining, and the grass was undoubtedly wet. But the rain finally stopped around 5 AM yesterday (yeah, I went to bed late), and the sun came out by late morning. Despite the sunshine, the wind didn't get the memo that we were supposed to have nice weather for my party, so it was quite windy.
Nevertheless, it was fun...after people showed up. I had invited people to join me at 2 PM, and in my hurry to pack all the beer into my bag and not be late, I completely forgot the sausages in my fridge (actually that turned out to be a good thing as I ended up having something for lunch today). But when I arrived at Mauerpark at 2 PM exactly, there was no one to be found. I waited for maybe 15 minutes, looking kind of idiotic with a gigantic duffel bag stuffed with beer, bread rolls, and sports gear with another plastic bag with the one-time grills on the side.
When it seemed no one was going to come till later, I moved over to the basketball court, which was empty—something that has never happened in all the times I have visited Mauerpark. So I kept my headphones in and promptly shot hoops by myself. Before long, Laura showed up (she'd come the long way around as she got a bit mixed up by my lack of directions provided). Soon after, Arnhild arrived, and Stefan and his friends showed up right behind her with Stefan's grill.
After some trouble getting the fire going because of the wind, we got the grill hot and ready for cooking up some meat. They had brought some sausages thankfully, so we had food to eat!
People told me they kept checking the Facebook event page I had made to see if I had changed the plans. C'mon, people. I grew up in the Pacific Northwest. Of course, the grill party was going to happen, rain or shine. I will say that coats and jackets were a good idea yesterday though.
It was a fun afternoon of food, drinks, sports, and just plain old catching up. Tamar and Nino came by as well, and later Brian, Temneet, and Rachel all swung by too. Lena came too with a nice bottle of wine, and we all had lots of fun taking pictures, eating, and playing sports. Later on, Danielle came by too.
I had stopped by the grocery store in the morning, so I picked up a small thing of mustard. Can't eat German sausages without good mustard!
Despite the wind, the day stayed dry overall, and the sun made a few extended appearances. 'Twas real nice.
I forgot who, but someone brought these amazing cheese-filled sausages with bacon wrapped around them. Man, those were good!
Looking at the pictures now, the sky didn't look quite so friendly, but it felt fine out.
Some of us went to play basketball and football; some of us just chilled and chatted. I think everyone enjoyed it.
I had to leave around 6:30 to have dinner with some good friends, Kerstin and Holger. They had offered to take me wherever I wanted to go for dinner, since they figured that'd be better than buying me a farewell present that I'd have trouble sticking in my suitcase. 'Twas very nice of them!
Some of my Fulbright friends had told me about a supposedly really good and authentic Chinese restaurant in Prenzlauer Berg that was well-known for their dumplings. We'd tried to go there for lunch during the Fulbright Conference back in March, but they were only open for dinner that day. Kerstin and Holger said that sounded good, so to "Wok Show" we went.
I'll be honest: as much as I enjoyed their dumplings, they weren't the best I've ever had nor really even in my top five. Their other options were even worse (not to mention pretty cold customer service from the main lady). But I enjoyed chatting with Kerstin and Holger, and they also asked me how I would rate the restaurant after it. I told them I still like my mom's cooking the best. Haha.
During dinner, Kerstin remarked that it's pretty awesome that I could speak in German now, since when I first met them in 2007, I could only speak English. Now, it's somewhat weird to speak English with them now, and we always converse in German. It's also good, because then I can talk with their two young sons, who can't speak English yet. Always a treat speaking German with a little kid. :)
They were kind enough to drive me home after dinner to drop off my bag and then take me back to Prenzlauer Berg for a night out with friends. They even gave Lenz a ride too, since he was at home. I'll miss seeing them, but as we said, I'll be back before I know it.
Lenz and I ended up being the only ones who showed up on time (again), since I had told people to meet up at 9:30 PM. He hadn't eaten yet, so we ended up chilling at a little convenient store with good quality Bavarian beer. He also snapped a photo of me in front of graffiti. Typical Berlin.
Aga showed up shortly thereafter, and finally, the rest of the crew came too from the winery where they had been enjoying wine. I had really told them to just show up sometime after 9:30, so I shouldn't complain. Besides, I showed up an hour late once for a Schnitzel dinner with Anton and Arnhild (I got lost)...something Arnhild hasn't let me forget. Haha.
After a bite of pizza since some of the crew hadn't eaten yet, we went to Alte Kantine, a club in the Kulturbrauerei. I know Lenz has gone there often, so that's why I knew about it. It was my first time though, and we had fun going in. We had a few drinks and danced the night away (I don't really dance though) until about 3 AM. I was getting tired and a tad bit cranky, so we left. As we walked out, there was a long line still waiting outside the door—people were still trying to get in, and it was already full inside. Ah, gotta love the night life in Berlin/Europe.
Today, I was not in the mood to really see people or even talk to people. I think the realization that I am leaving in less than a day hit me a bit harder than I'd expected, and I am feeling more sad about leaving than feeling excited about being back in Seattle. That is not to say that I'm not excited to see my family and friends, but I expect that I will experience a bit of reverse culture shock after having spent the past 365 days in Europe.
I have met some amazing friends, several close ones I expect to remain close to for quite a while. And I reconnected with my pre-existing network in Berlin, while growing it even more. In the past day or two, I've received so many encouraging notes from friends here and back home who have wished me a safe trip back, and I have heard from many of my German friends who had known me before this year that my German has improved dramatically. Indeed, I'm understanding more of what people say now, and my own vocab has expanded drastically.
Most of all, nearly all of them have said, "I am 100% certain you will be back." And I whole heartedly agree. As I told a friend earlier, I don't quite feel like I'm "going home." Rather, it's more like I'm going from one home to another, and I just don't know when exactly I'll be back in Berlin. I'm not sure if any of this makes sense, but I expect that the coming weeks will include much self-reflection as I realize how much I have grown personally during my year in Germany as a Fulbright Scholar.
I had thought about writing up something in German for this likely final blog from Berlin, but then it probably would only make sense to a small handful of my blog readers, so I'll just save it for my own journaling. But I want to thank all my fellow Fulbrighters, my friends, and all the people I met along the way in the past year who made my Fulbright year one that I will not soon forget. I'm seriously feeling quite melancholy right now, and I expect that I will be somewhat more reserved during my first weeks back in Seattle. I hear from my friends who've spent extended periods of time abroad that it's quite a normal feeling when you return to the U.S.
Since Aga and Lenz are making dinner right now, I will likely have more pictures to post in another blog post once I am back in Seattle. I was also thinking about writing up all the major highlights from the past year. Perhaps I'll post that too. In any case, my blog will continue. I still have the travel bug, so I am certain I'll have other travel stories to share shortly as well.
Thanks for following my blog this year though. Thank you again to all my friends I met and reconnected with in Berlin. We will see each other again very soon.
Cheers from Berlin,
Sam
I just finished packing, and now Lenz and his friend, Aga, are prepping dinner as they promised me a nice last meal in Germany. How nice! I just tried to ask if I could help prep, and they shooed me out, telling me to go finish packing. Haha. I just have to wait for the rest of my clothes to dry...
Yesterday, I was extremely lucky to have "good" weather for my farewell party in Mauerpark. All week it had been raining, and the grass was undoubtedly wet. But the rain finally stopped around 5 AM yesterday (yeah, I went to bed late), and the sun came out by late morning. Despite the sunshine, the wind didn't get the memo that we were supposed to have nice weather for my party, so it was quite windy.
Nevertheless, it was fun...after people showed up. I had invited people to join me at 2 PM, and in my hurry to pack all the beer into my bag and not be late, I completely forgot the sausages in my fridge (actually that turned out to be a good thing as I ended up having something for lunch today). But when I arrived at Mauerpark at 2 PM exactly, there was no one to be found. I waited for maybe 15 minutes, looking kind of idiotic with a gigantic duffel bag stuffed with beer, bread rolls, and sports gear with another plastic bag with the one-time grills on the side.
When it seemed no one was going to come till later, I moved over to the basketball court, which was empty—something that has never happened in all the times I have visited Mauerpark. So I kept my headphones in and promptly shot hoops by myself. Before long, Laura showed up (she'd come the long way around as she got a bit mixed up by my lack of directions provided). Soon after, Arnhild arrived, and Stefan and his friends showed up right behind her with Stefan's grill.
After some trouble getting the fire going because of the wind, we got the grill hot and ready for cooking up some meat. They had brought some sausages thankfully, so we had food to eat!
People told me they kept checking the Facebook event page I had made to see if I had changed the plans. C'mon, people. I grew up in the Pacific Northwest. Of course, the grill party was going to happen, rain or shine. I will say that coats and jackets were a good idea yesterday though.
It was a fun afternoon of food, drinks, sports, and just plain old catching up. Tamar and Nino came by as well, and later Brian, Temneet, and Rachel all swung by too. Lena came too with a nice bottle of wine, and we all had lots of fun taking pictures, eating, and playing sports. Later on, Danielle came by too.
I had stopped by the grocery store in the morning, so I picked up a small thing of mustard. Can't eat German sausages without good mustard!
Despite the wind, the day stayed dry overall, and the sun made a few extended appearances. 'Twas real nice.
I forgot who, but someone brought these amazing cheese-filled sausages with bacon wrapped around them. Man, those were good!
Looking at the pictures now, the sky didn't look quite so friendly, but it felt fine out.
Some of us went to play basketball and football; some of us just chilled and chatted. I think everyone enjoyed it.
I had to leave around 6:30 to have dinner with some good friends, Kerstin and Holger. They had offered to take me wherever I wanted to go for dinner, since they figured that'd be better than buying me a farewell present that I'd have trouble sticking in my suitcase. 'Twas very nice of them!
Some of my Fulbright friends had told me about a supposedly really good and authentic Chinese restaurant in Prenzlauer Berg that was well-known for their dumplings. We'd tried to go there for lunch during the Fulbright Conference back in March, but they were only open for dinner that day. Kerstin and Holger said that sounded good, so to "Wok Show" we went.
I'll be honest: as much as I enjoyed their dumplings, they weren't the best I've ever had nor really even in my top five. Their other options were even worse (not to mention pretty cold customer service from the main lady). But I enjoyed chatting with Kerstin and Holger, and they also asked me how I would rate the restaurant after it. I told them I still like my mom's cooking the best. Haha.
During dinner, Kerstin remarked that it's pretty awesome that I could speak in German now, since when I first met them in 2007, I could only speak English. Now, it's somewhat weird to speak English with them now, and we always converse in German. It's also good, because then I can talk with their two young sons, who can't speak English yet. Always a treat speaking German with a little kid. :)
They were kind enough to drive me home after dinner to drop off my bag and then take me back to Prenzlauer Berg for a night out with friends. They even gave Lenz a ride too, since he was at home. I'll miss seeing them, but as we said, I'll be back before I know it.
Lenz and I ended up being the only ones who showed up on time (again), since I had told people to meet up at 9:30 PM. He hadn't eaten yet, so we ended up chilling at a little convenient store with good quality Bavarian beer. He also snapped a photo of me in front of graffiti. Typical Berlin.
Aga showed up shortly thereafter, and finally, the rest of the crew came too from the winery where they had been enjoying wine. I had really told them to just show up sometime after 9:30, so I shouldn't complain. Besides, I showed up an hour late once for a Schnitzel dinner with Anton and Arnhild (I got lost)...something Arnhild hasn't let me forget. Haha.
After a bite of pizza since some of the crew hadn't eaten yet, we went to Alte Kantine, a club in the Kulturbrauerei. I know Lenz has gone there often, so that's why I knew about it. It was my first time though, and we had fun going in. We had a few drinks and danced the night away (I don't really dance though) until about 3 AM. I was getting tired and a tad bit cranky, so we left. As we walked out, there was a long line still waiting outside the door—people were still trying to get in, and it was already full inside. Ah, gotta love the night life in Berlin/Europe.
Today, I was not in the mood to really see people or even talk to people. I think the realization that I am leaving in less than a day hit me a bit harder than I'd expected, and I am feeling more sad about leaving than feeling excited about being back in Seattle. That is not to say that I'm not excited to see my family and friends, but I expect that I will experience a bit of reverse culture shock after having spent the past 365 days in Europe.
I have met some amazing friends, several close ones I expect to remain close to for quite a while. And I reconnected with my pre-existing network in Berlin, while growing it even more. In the past day or two, I've received so many encouraging notes from friends here and back home who have wished me a safe trip back, and I have heard from many of my German friends who had known me before this year that my German has improved dramatically. Indeed, I'm understanding more of what people say now, and my own vocab has expanded drastically.
Most of all, nearly all of them have said, "I am 100% certain you will be back." And I whole heartedly agree. As I told a friend earlier, I don't quite feel like I'm "going home." Rather, it's more like I'm going from one home to another, and I just don't know when exactly I'll be back in Berlin. I'm not sure if any of this makes sense, but I expect that the coming weeks will include much self-reflection as I realize how much I have grown personally during my year in Germany as a Fulbright Scholar.
I had thought about writing up something in German for this likely final blog from Berlin, but then it probably would only make sense to a small handful of my blog readers, so I'll just save it for my own journaling. But I want to thank all my fellow Fulbrighters, my friends, and all the people I met along the way in the past year who made my Fulbright year one that I will not soon forget. I'm seriously feeling quite melancholy right now, and I expect that I will be somewhat more reserved during my first weeks back in Seattle. I hear from my friends who've spent extended periods of time abroad that it's quite a normal feeling when you return to the U.S.
Since Aga and Lenz are making dinner right now, I will likely have more pictures to post in another blog post once I am back in Seattle. I was also thinking about writing up all the major highlights from the past year. Perhaps I'll post that too. In any case, my blog will continue. I still have the travel bug, so I am certain I'll have other travel stories to share shortly as well.
Thanks for following my blog this year though. Thank you again to all my friends I met and reconnected with in Berlin. We will see each other again very soon.
Cheers from Berlin,
Sam



