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New (old) Family and the Marathon

So I took a trip to Berlin last weekend to visit and really meet my great uncle Guenter for the first time. Train tickets are expensive, but I got to Berlin for about 40 Euro, and I made it without any trouble. ┬áMy uncle and his girlfriend Henriette of 19 years picked me up promptly upon my arrival. They were instantly nice and welcoming, at least from what I could understand what they said. The Berliner accent is much faster than any other dialect I’ve heard, and they tend to speak a little bit more sharply. By the end of the trip, I think I started getting the hang of it.

In a nutshell, the weekend went great. I went on a steam-boat ride through the rivers of Berlin and saw plenty of cool architecture. 4 and a half hours later the boat ride ended. I definitely think that kind of thing is for old people… but nonetheless, I did see a lot. The second day was a walk around Berlin’s most touristy spots, like KaDeWe (huge and hugely expensive shopping center) and the a center square of which I’ve forgotten the name.

There are a couple things that stand out most about the weekend: how incredibly nice my uncle and his girlfriend were, and the incredible amount of food they had me eat. I’m not saying I felt stuffed after every meal; I’m saying I ate until I was stuffed, and then they would put more on my plate, claiming that I was too shy to grab everything that I wanted to eat. I’ve heard that is a common German quality.

The big event in Berlin last weekend was the Berlin Marathon. 41,000 people ran the marathon this year and I got to witness a lot of them running by. I got some great pictures of unique costumes that some of them wore. My uncle and I even did an interview for a news station (although it never turned up on the television that night). Well I think this post has gone long enough. Bis spaeter!

One Response to “New (old) Family and the Marathon”

  1. Sean, I know you saw the Berlin marathon–but you missed the Quad City Marathon, which I think is a little bit bigger of a deal. It’s okay, I took pictures of the unique customs at the marathon, like drinking chocolate milk and eating bagels post race. We miss you!

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