Friday I went to a place in the neighborhood for spätzle and the place was really randomly decorated like a tiki bar but was a german place. The food I had was really great and maybe because I haven't had spätzle here yet so i have nothing to compare it to but yummm i'm dreaming about it right now.
Saturday morning I went to the gym for a class. For some reason I figured the language difference wouldn’t apply in this situation. Luckily it was small and the instructor switched off between the two languages although I can see in a large group setting how it could be challenging. I will have to learn the vocab for fitness classes because I don't think I will always get such special treatment.
Melissa arrived from New York on Saturday morning! I'm so excited to show her what I've learned about our neighborhood and explore more with her. We went to lunch and walked around the hood for hours. We took a nap then met up with Randi for dinner and drinks. We went to this tasty dumpling place where one of the highlights was duck with chocolate sauce (served in an endive. I love me some endive so i took a bit out of it but it seems like it was under-ripe and more bitter than I'm used to). Next, we went to the bar that plays american sports. It's a hostel bar called Belushi's that I've encountered in other cities. The venue was not great but I was excited to see some AFC playoffs! We had some tasty hefewiezens
Sunday, Melissa and I went to brunch in our neighborhood. The restaurant had a buffet option which attracted me due to my obscene appetite. I wish I would have taken a photo of the buffet because it seemed like we were at someone’s potluck dinner. The various dishes were all very random and there wasn’t a common theme of type or ethnicity (e.g. hard boiled eggs, grape leaves, pesto pasta, potatoes and wurst, corn chowder, etc.). The food wasn’t bad but I think I would have rather had an omlet.
I went back to the gym to join and got into an in-depth conversation with the sales guy about whether I was American or not. I have variations on this encounter regularly because for some reason, strangers are very curious about my background however this is my first in the international city of Berlin:
SG: Where are you from?
NP: New York City
SG: No, originally
NP: I’m from Minnesota! (I beamed)
SG: No, where are you FROM?
NP: (ok, I know where this is going, I get it all the time.) OH ok, my father was born in India
SG: so you’re half American
NP: No, I’m fully American, I have lived there my whole life minus two weeks
SG: But your father is Indian so you are also Indian
NP: No, he was born there. He is also an American. Indian is our ethnicity, not our nationality.
SG: Oh I understand. So I am Turkish ethnicity and German nationality?
NP: Exactly. Genau.
Was this exchange necessary? No. Was it annoying? Probably. but I just couldn’t help myself. America is a melting pot of ethnicities and that doesn’t make anyone less American! (poor sales guy picked the wrong person to ask that question).
Great weekend, can’t wait to get into the week again. I think I’ll be more involved at work and have some explorations planned with my new neighbor.
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