Berlin in 2002. We're showing the international gangster sign of stupid Americans.I throughly love Anthony Bourdain. What was initially disgust for his bad habits (chain smoking and heavy drinking) has turned to amusement. I've even had dreams of Mr. Bourdain. Specifically of being his Twitter assistant and twittering away his adventures for him because his... Continue Reading →
They have the wackiest hotels in Germany
In 2002, I took a whirlwind trip through Amsterdam, Berlin, Luxembourg and London in the span of a week. It wasn't a trip ushered by a tour group so I had the challenge to find my own lodging. For Berlin, I did some research and found Propeller Island,, a very cool artsy hotel. Since I... Continue Reading →