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I’m in Love with Jose.

Sorry folks, but I have to admit to something. I’ve been cheating. Yep. Last night, I went out to dinner and hooked up with Jose. We had a great time. The thing is, I’m not sure how to tell the Cap’n or the Club the news. I’m afraid they’d be jealous since they just don’t work for me anymore. I wasn’t quite as satisified with them as I was with Jose. Ahhh.. sometimes life sucks, especially when we have to hurt the ones we love.

*cracks up laughing* Ok Ok so no really, that’s as far as I can go to try and make it sound interesting. Really, it’s not that much.

I’ve had a migraine since Monday afternoon-ish, so I’ve been dosing up on the painkillers. After missing work Tuesday b/c I was so light sensitive, Tuesday night found me in a great Greek restaurant after dark enjoying shots of ouzo and the food of the gods. The Ouzo didn’t work, so I and then went home to try some Havana Club Rum – just to not feel the pain in my head. Only, it was still there. Wednesday had me taking more pain killers, and drinking 5 cups of coffee in hopes that the caffene would kill it. Nope, didn’t work.

Thursday (yesterday) had me with the painkillers and coffee combo. Nope, still didn’t work. Not wanting to be a spoilsport, I went out to a mexican dinner with a friend who’s just moved here from Norway, Scott. In the process of looking over the menu, and deciding upon chicken fajitas, I started thinking (ok salivating) for a decent margarita. Now, Scott, he says he doesn’t drink. Apparently I’m really good – because I ordered a large (two glasses) version of a strawberry margarita, made with my newest friend, Jose Cuervo. It was a bunch of slushy goodness – and yes, I got Scott to drink one too! After lining both glasses with salt and lime (the waitress thought I was strange), pouring out of the pitcher into my poor little 4 ounce glass and taking a few swallows, I was becoming a happy girl. My headache was dissipating like magic. By the end of the first glass, it was halfway gone. Near the end of the fajitas, I decided it was time for Mango. Yep, another small pitcher – and viola, headache is pretty well gone. No pressure, no pain, just a nice buzz from the alcohol, a shitload of giggles, and a really cool pyrotechnic display from the movie filming across the street.

Scott and I then proceeded to wander around for a bit laughing at the stinging freezing cold rain that pelted us as we tried to make it to the Reichstag (he’s never been inside) before it closed. In the end, we were too late to go inside and I headed home. However, there is good news.

Jose, I think I love you. My migraine is still gone this morning. I feel good, and I’m happy and ready to have productive day at work. Just don’t tell the Cap’n or the Club – they might be jealous of our little fling.

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Sunday, Rainy Sunday

It’s raining. Again.
Yep, it’s Berlin – it’s been raining for 3 days straight. (For those of you in Georgia, experiencing snow – I’m SO JEALOUS I could spit!!!) It’s gray, dreary, and miserable outside – and I have to work. Again. UGH.
What’s funny is that, I’ve been singing / humming since I woke up at 5:30 am to go to work. Despite it all, I’m just in the mood to sing – and I don’t know why. It been bothering me a little bit, and leaving me a bit concerned that I’ve been spending too much time alone.
What’s even more amusing (than the fact I’ve been singing to myself all morning) – as I’m walking to the bus stop, I’m the only one up and outside. All you can hear is the sound of the rain, the patter of the drops on my umbrella, the wind in the trees, and the splosh of my footsteps as they are hitting the cobblestones. The world is that sort of blue gray, and because it’s Sunday, none of the street lights or store signs are on so they are a dark gray against the light blue gray sky. It’s just me, the rain, the wind, and the song I have stuck in my head as I walk.
Then, I round the corner, and there’s this bird. He’s black, silhouetted against the gray sky and just sitting right at the top of the tree. I probabally wouldn’t have noticed him for my umbrella but all of a sudden, he just started singing, and singing and singing and singing. Trills and songs, long whistles and clicks, just as pretty and colorful as you please. He made me pause and look up.
Suddenly, it doesn’t matter that I’m down on the sidewalk, it doesn’t matter that it’s pouring and miserable outside, that no one else is awake, nor that I even have to work. It was suddenly like I knew why I had been singing all morning.
You know – because I’m happy – just like that bird.
I’d have to say that seeing him made worth getting out of bed this morning, the walk in the rain, the weird ponderance on why I was singing, and perhaps even the fact that I have to work again. I feel blessed. I saw a bird sing – and was the only one to hear.
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Potsdam – Yep, I get around

I realized that I really have gotten around in the last month or so – and it’s no wonder why I’m tired.

I was in the USA (salt lake city) for Thanksgiving. Got home and was here for a week before heading to Dresden for the weekend. Got back from there and 4 days later dad arrived. Since then, I’ve been to Spandau (suburb of Berlin); Downtown Berlin, Charlottenburg (suburb of Berlin), Szczecin (Poland), and Potsdam (yesterday). In between I had Christmas and a tour of Teltow/Stahnsdorf/Dreilinden (near where I work.) Humm.. I think I’m going to need a vacation from my vacation.

Anyhow, The photos (what few I took) from Potsdam are up. (I admit I didn’t take that many since I have a bunch already). They’re at:

the very bottom of the Potsdam Set.

Tomorrow, we’re back off to Berlin again – to ride a double decker bus and see the area around the Zoo and Alexanderplatz. We may even celebrate New Years if I can get them to stay out past midnight. (Granted Danai doesn’t celebrate anything since she’s Jehova Witness but I’m going to try anyhow…)

If not, I guess I’ll turn into a pumpkin this year – and hopefully spend it out and about the next one.

Otherwise, here’s wishing you and yours a very Happy (and Travel filled) New Year!

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