My first time in Berlin, I stayed at The Circus. Yes, it's a real place, and it's even better than it sounds. It started as a hostel – the kind of hostel with a sidewalk cafe with mirrors and wood paneling and where people who weren't even staying there might come for a cappuccino or …
An Analysis of my German Identity
Reasons I could be German: 1. The bread. Oh my god, the bread. I am no longer even avoiding gluten; I am wholeheartedly embracing it. 2. Veggies for breakfast are an excellent idea. 3. Everywhere has a terrace. I could ever go inside, if I didn't want to. And there are trees everywhere. 4. Beer …
Life in Little Berlin
This weekend, my friend Susannah came to visit from Arles, where she's teaching English on the assistantship program. Thanks to her need to experience as much of Paris as possible in one weekend (she studied abroad here too, but living in France away from Paris can cause strong pangs of longing for Paris, so she …
Kate Thorman 