Recap

Honeymoon recap in photos:

Voltaire is buried in here. Victor Hugo, too. Both Curies. Even on our honeymoon we soak in the history of wherever we are. Lucky for us, Paris is chock full of it.

My husband is a goofball. How do you say "goofball" in French? J'adore mon goofball.

Saint Wenceslas (of Christmas carol fame) has many things named after him in Prague. One of those things is the cafe we had breakfast at twice (yes, beer with breakfast is totally normal, apparently). Here's the Saint himself. He went to high school in Madison, Wisconsin and was a very nice kid.

We got a ticket on the subway from a mean inspector in Prague.

We don't care. We go to Berlin tomorrow!

Train to Berlin from Prague. The guy in the dining car gave me a bottle of champagne when I told him we were on our honeymoon. Very sweet man. Everyone here is so kind.

Even in Berlin (the home of the Berliner - jellydoughnut) there are American fatty food joints. I had to eat a heart shaped donut. I mean, it was my patriotic duty. Wasn't it?

Happy couple. Happy married couple. Matthew refers to me as "wife" a lot. It's rather disgustingly cute.

We love the biergarten near the Berlin Zoo. The best schnitzel and the best beer! You know you've got a huge meal when the plate makes you look skinny. It's accessible only by bike or foot. There are colored lights strung above the tables. The communal tables lead to fun and interesting conversation and the locals don't seem to mind helping us with our pathetic lack of German language skills.

2 pairs of American feet standing where the Berlin wall once stood. Right here a wall was put up that separated families from their loved ones, employees from their employers, friends from friends... freedom died here, and was later resurrected in the same spot. If that doesn't make you think and appreciate your life I don't know what will.