Our first evening in Berlin we walked to a restaurant that our Airbnb hostess said was Vegetarian and was liked by other guests who are vegan. FREA it was called. But when we walked toward it in our sweatshirts and slacks, there was a guy wearing a tuxedo walking in. We went in anyway. The hostess didn't hide her opinion that this was not the place for us. She told us the only place she had open was at the bar and told us to look over the menu first. The cheapest meal was $65. It didn't look like enough food. The four course meal featured spinach dumplings. We stepped back outside. I searched on my phone for Italian. There was one right next door! It was a lovely little place that was happy to serve us. It was orgasmic-yummy and satisfying and the whole meal and drinks came to about 65 EU. We didn't sit outside, it was about 45 degrees and breezy. I took the picture below as we were arriving into Berlin on the...
Letters to friends from a young-old woman, author and life explorer. This is Susan's journal of continuing travel adventures, goofy mishaps, and life experiences.