I’ve been looking forward to Berlin for quite some time. I don’t know what it is, but there’s something about Germany and the German people that fascinates me. Maybe it’s their tragic and resilient history; or the Germans’ ability to making fabulous meats in tube form; or maybe it is the incredible German language, where there is a word for even the most nuanced thing like: “walking in a forest alone thinking about how you treated your dog from childhood.” (note: not sure if that’s an actual German word)
For this leg of the journey, my wife and decided to slow down a bit and spend two weeks in the city of Berlin. We landed a cheap apartment in the suburbs, cooked at home, took public transit like Berliners, slowly explored the town, and made a few German friends in the process. It was mostly mudane stuff but some of the most satisfying travel we’ve done so far.
Here are just a few highlights from Berlin:
Krakow, Poland was described to me once as “Prague, like ten years ago.”
I have no idea what that means. But I love how pretentious it makes me sound when I say it to my friends. The truth, however, is that Krakow is way cooler than Prague.
My wife and I had low expectations when we decided to visit this city on a whim. It’s not discussed much as a European travel destination (at least in the US); but now, I would say that this city is a must-see destination for anyone visiting Central and Eastern Europe.
Some highlights from our six days in Krakow:
If you close your eyes and try to imagine the quintessential European city, then your mind will probably come up with something like Prague.
Praha—as the locals call it—is a great town full of winding alleys, beautiful buildings, and fascinating history. This place felt different from the other Central and Eastern European cities my wife and I have been visiting over the past few weeks (more on that below). Prague is a bit more touristy than I would have liked, but at least it didn’t feel too overpriced or artificial.
Here are some of the highlights from Prague:
What if you were born as this girl?
Not many people know that I am North Korean. Sort of.
My father was born in North Korea. The same day that he arrived to the world, his family had to flee to the South in order to escape the communists. The journey had to be taken on foot during the cover of night; naturally, it was extremely dangerous and risky. Capture could have meant death, or perhaps a life in a North Korean gulag.
At one point in the journey his family had to cross a river via a small boat. His mother was told that no noise could be made during the crossing. She was instructed to immediately drown her infant (my Dad) if he started to cry.