Another Sunday In Deutschland

As we have discovered, Sundays in Germany are very different from Sundays in Canada. For one thing, Sundays in Canada are full of shopping or seeing museums, eating out or even lounging around the house. In Germany, these options are limited to eating out and lounging around the house. Everything closes on Sunday and so we had nothing to do. We tried to sleep in to kill time but I awoke at 7 anyway and our new room-mate Disrespectful Brit decided to awake and be as loud as possible as he packed up his stuff. So far, my impression of British people has not been very good. After lying in bed for a good two hours or so, Steph and I decided to get up. Our new room-mate, Punk Australian, was still sleeping and we woke her up a few times. She was still drunk from the night before so she didn't seem to mind. Just like any other day, we went to Oranium for breakfast but this time was different...Sexy Florian was our waiter for the morning. As he has caught us staring at him a few times, we believe he knows our fascination of him and therefore did not come around as much or teach us new German words...guess it is time to leave Berlin. After breakfast, we chose to go to our old bakery to get Pain au Chocolat. To our great pleasure, Calvin Klein was there to serve us. I ordered in German and he didn't seem to excited about it so my German must be beginning to sound less Canadian. We walked back to our hostel in euphoria of the return of our old men and the Pain au Chocolat. We watched a movie and Family Guy all afternoon as almost everything is closed and had our new favourite new age German meal for lunch: Currywurst. Steph thought it would be a good idea to find our train station for tomorrow morning. I, thinking that there was no way we would be given a ticket for a train that came to another station without being told, thought it was unnecessary. Good thing we went because the train is actually at a different station and so we hopped on the S-bahn to the next station. It seems simple enough but I am so happy we went to find it the day before or we would have missed the train. Back in the hostel, we decided to do some traditional drop shots: Jagerbombs. The bartender made it for us and turned his back to the cash register to put the money in and once he turned around, we had drained our glasses. After the second round, the other bartender said something in German and our bartender stared at us, responding in German. Steph and I looked at each other and then to see what was behind us. The bartender then said "Oh no, I'm looking at you girls. You drink better than the men!" Feeling pleased, we stopped after the third Jagerbomb. Now we are headed for bed, praying to find a place tomorrow.