In descending order of population, Potsdam, Babelsberg, and Golm. Arrived to what I believed was Potsdam (was actually Babelsberg) on Easter Monday. Stores closed. People indoors. Quiet town. Terrifyingly boring.
I was overtired, nervous about the new beginnings, and uncertain about what to do with the rest of my day. Consequently, did nothing. First day proved memorable only in its lack of entertainment. Oh, did buy a Donner kabob. Basically a gyro. My main suggestion, don't say yes to the addition of red cabbage. It's not very good.
The Institute is not in the middle of nowhere. It's actually just around the corner from there. There's no good way to get there, and after a few days of frustration I am happy to report that I am now in possession of a bike. Courtesy of the Institute, for the duration of my stay. It's about 45 minutes by bike, but I anticipate it will be an excellent way to get some exercise every day.
The bike, for the record, is not aerodynamic or flattering. It is a "Wicked Witch of the West" bike, a "Beach Cruiser", a "To Pedal this thing I'm going to get Thighs of Steel" bike. But I'll look more like a native this way. Plus, I'll get thighs of steel. That's a bonus you can't turn down!
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Nice blog, Christine. Send us a picture with an entry when you get comfortable with it. Add a link or two to a web page like www.visitgolmnow.com to get us more engaged.
ReplyDeleteI´m kind of fond of German-Turkish kabobs.
Thanks for the tip, Papa. Tomorrow I'm going to tour around Potsdam a bit so I think I'll have some photos to attach. I especially want to show you the stages of my commute. A bit of everything. City, country, beyond.
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