Growing up my thoughts of Germany were mostly in regard to the quaint, romanticism of western Germany, Bavaria and the Rhine region, or about the contrasting atrocities of World War II. I remember being fascinated and confused by the Wall as a child and excited when it came down, but beyond that I never really thought about visiting Berlin. Then I read Erik Larson’s In the Garden of Beasts, and I found myself with a yearning.
Eat, Play, Love 