The Arrival of the Deutsch Bank

We have began an official scientific experiment. Our hypothesis: Sexy German Waiter only works part-time Thursday to Saturday. Perhaps he works nights but we were sadden by his absence. Breakfast just isn't the same without him. Steph decided to expand her palate with inspiration from a little German boy the other day: A pizza. This, however, was not just a round, normal pizza. This was a huge oval pizza on a cutting board. Steph proudly ate 3/4 of it. After that, we were off to find the Deutsch Bank that was supposed to be by the Brandenburger Gate, which it was not. However, there is a very rich looking hotel in the Platz by the Gate that had a red carpet rolled out leading into the entrance of the hotel. There were reporters and a video camera and people crowed around. Steph and I thought we should wait but the call of money in our money belts was too strong. Earlier, we had found a new shopping center called Potsdamer Platz (not in Potsdam of course) and thought we'd check it out. Much to our distress over the absence of the DB, we decided to window shop instead so then we braved the subway. After being in Paris for a week and becoming quite the subway master, I assumed that my confidence would spill over into the German subway...no such luck. In Germany, there are two different subways: The S-Bahn and the U-Bahn, a bus system, and a railway which looks a lot like the SkyTrains but with two levels. This makes traveling a little more confusing. After studying the Information map (and a little luck), we found our way over to Potsdamer Platz. As we crossed the street, searching for the Shopping Center, I saw it; big blue letters spelling DEUTSCH BANK. We nearly cried with relief. After spending about 6 hours trying to find one over the span of three days, there it was and we didn't even know it was there! We rushed in to the ATMs but unfortunately, and I almost screamed, our cards didn't work in their machines!!!! Tomorrow we shall go to the place the lady at the bank told us to go to get it checked out. After an uneventful window shop, our legs were frozen once again. We Victoria girls aren't used to this bone-chilling weather, especially when there is no snow (to which we are grateful) and so we tired in for the day. As all our old French room-mates left today, we were greeted by new ones. We have Fake Blond Scotsman who is very nice and is living in Berlin to do a degree...Steph believes he is slightly sexy and all natural blond. We have our First American who is very funny and goes along with our quirky jokes. He has the hots for the Australian but as she leaves tomorrow, he is out of luck. We have The Two Brit Girls who seem nice and sweet and last but not least The Japanese Who Doesn't Speak English and also doesn't like Currywurst which is a sausage in curry sauce. It isn't an Asian curry but more like a barbecue like sauce. We all sat down for dinner together in the Hostel and had a very lovely evening. Steph and I ventured out to Häagen Dazs for dessert which was good but not the best tasting ice cream ever. I personally prefer Marble Slab. Now it is time for bed and we must catch ourselves up on Desperate Housewives after which we will watch Family Guy as we are now going season by season