I am in Berlin today.
An excellent way to spend your six week long holiday is to
be active and travel for the first two weeks,
then do nothing but create food babies and
hangovers for the next 3 or so weeks,
then try to fit everything you wanted to
see into the last 10 days you're away
to then feel super guilty about not spending
enough time with your nanas, friends you hardly
saw over the holidays and relatives that live
a five minute drive from your parents house,
but you could never be arsed visiting.
As you can see I had several arguments with myself recently!
Am also dreading to
say goodbye to my loyal companion whom I
and my husband shared a bed with for the last
38 or so days.
Say hello to my love: The one and only: Cookie monster!