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My wonderful and gorgeous 18 year old cousin, Vani, obliged me for a few photos.




My friends in Munich took me on a long night of meandering and bars and sexual misorientation, where we ended up in an underground student club, and there was the normal teenage drama of which I quietly observed, and it was so interesting watching the gender roles in german teen society, and the power dynamics and the way people love it when someone is mean, and eventually we got there and then we stayed there until about Half Six which means 5:30am, and we sat on a squeaky couch to watch couples make out because the trains didn't start running till the early morning.



A Berlin Christmasmarkt, one of the best places in all of the world, with a refreshing CurryWurst slathered in Senf, or mustard. Freezing cold conditions but gutterally satisfying nonetheleess.

This kitten absolutely kills me. Earlier this evening he wrapped himself around my neck and purred like the sweetest little garment a girl could own. but then he got rather friendly with my ear and apparently tried to suckle my earring and which point the cuteness ended and I had to pull him off. I wouldn't mind another round though.

As Christmas should be. In switzerland, they do Christmas with the proper amount of fairy lights and expensive things and hot roasted walnuts and weird sound Germanic languages.

the best. cafe. ever.
I went there with this nerd who refused to eat any of the fabulous cakes
that all of the fabulous looking customers were sampling, and everytime they
brought out a new dish I would clutch at his arm because everything looked
to be the Height of Decadence.

This was in München, not quite at a Christmasmarkt but at some type of festival where families go as well as the hoardes of teenagers with nothing better to do than get hot mulled wine and rub against eachother through their several layers of protection from the terrible cold and watch the soccer fans get drunk by the stalls.

I went to Switzerland, I ate the chocolate. I no longer have a purpose in life I suppose.

My roomie in Berlin.

"my record, is you know, six and a half days - no sleep, yeah, just chocolate."

- on his art.

Christmas Market in Berlin, with my beautiful Maxamillian.

At a giant church in the culturally exquisite Munich, or München.
We pattered around all day and I got to do lots of lovely classically Bayerisch things with a really sweet little family and a red-headed German Mädel (girl) cutting across the snow infected valleys of merchandise and christmas cheer.

Myself in Berlin. Self portrait perhaps. This was my absolute favorite place to go for a soy chai latte, they somehow integrated little powdery chunks of what I want to call caramel, but it must have been some other spice, but it was so lovely and I can't say it enough but I miss that city.