Later, after we saw the protest, I was in the mood for an authentic German bratwurst.  My German language skills do include the word “bratwurst” so I had no problem securing myself lunch.  Katherine opted out of my brat celebration.

Saturday night we wandered around Potsdamer Platz looking for some dinner when we ran into a festival of some sort, complete with kids sliding down a big pile of snow.  I ordered myself another brat and was again quite pleased with the result.  Katherine hadn’t eaten all day so we set off to find her something more English.  It took a while, but we found Soloman Bagel in the mall – their menus had English translations.  Katherine got chicken breast on a bagel, and I got pancakes.  We both got 0.2L of sparkling water for 2 euros each.  They’re stringent with their water here.   We celebrated with the best ice cream we’ve had in a while.

Katherine –

Mark ordered the ice cream in French, saying “Du cookies.” He must have been confused and thought we were in France. The cashier even said “Bon jour.” I laughed at his French-German skills.

Mark forgot about the donuts we ordered in German. Mark ordered the “sachenhusenken chocolateeei” at the pastry shop. They even understood what he said (maybe because of the pointing…maybe not).

I found “Mezzo Mix” at the airport, the same pop they advertise as being from Germany at Disney World! WOWEE! I drank it all.