In Which Adam Goes to Europe: Part 1.1.2: Berlin

Day two of Berlin!

Starting off where I left off, we got up in the morning, and headed towards the Bauhaus.

History lesson!
The Bauhaus school was founded in 1919 by architect Walter Gropius, as a means to apply modernist thought and practicality to architecture and design. Specifically, Gropius felt that artistic value could be applied to mass produced items, and set out to devise a means where people could work out ways to create aesthetically pleasing items on a mass scale. The aftereffects of the bauhaus movement can be seen just about everywhere, from the chairs in your living room, to that condo your grandmother in Florida lives in. There were three Bauhaus schools founded, with the one we visited being comparatively the most recent one.

Here I am.

In Which Adam Goes to Europe: Part 1.1: Berlin

So off I go to Germany! But first, the flight. The long, long flight. Eight hours of sitting there, reading my Rober Bakker book that I got out of library, listening to the Kamen Rider OOO soundtrack on my ipod, and ingesting terrible airline food. In spite of this though, I have always had something of a fondness for flying. Look down at the clouds or the ground from so high up, it just seems to give a very strange quality to the scenery. Fields of clouds look more like a range of snowcapped mountains than anything else. And once the plain begins flying over Europe, the long tracks of German farmland begin to resemble something like a grid of computer circuitry. Its all a bit odd, but I like it.

Anywho, I get to the Berlin. Local time is about 9:00 am. New York time is 3:00 am. Yikes.

But I meet my brother in the airport, and we get to the hotel. The Adrema hotel, which we are staying at, is quite frankly, absolutely lovely. The lobby is a big mass of marble and pillars, and the dining room has magnificent lighting, and overlooks a nearby river.

The breakfasts at the Adrema are equally splendid. Fresh bread, coldcuts, eggs, sausage. Oh, and the honey and butter are something I must describe separately. The honey is dark and thick, much richer then what you can get in most stores at the states. And the butter, and I am not particularly much of a butter person, mind you, is so much more creamy and flavorful then what I am accustomed to. Just lovely.

Also of interest are the eggs. The yolks are orange! How peculiar.

 

My brother, stuffing his face. Delightful.