Just an hour away from Berlin lies a city where art is in statue form, not graffiti and the biggest controversy was a windmill (okay, I'm downplaying the city's history just a bit, but more on that later.) Welcome to Potsdam, a pastoral retreat from Berlin for over 300 years.
Both Anneke and Caroline wanted to show me their version of Potsdam, so I went twice. Each trip was emblematic of the friendship I have with each girl. Anneke and I had a royally good time frolicking throughout nature and historically sight seeing Fredrick the Great's many palaces. Meanwhile, Caroline and I did what we do best, cafe crawled.
|Janet Jackson moment?|
|Welcome to my humble abode.|
|Anneke at home in nature.|
|Is she wondering where she left her dress?|
|The Dutch Quarter of Potsdam.|
Caroline and I cafe crawled throughout many country's cuisines: Austrian cakes, Mexican hot chocolates, and eventually French crepes (not pictured because sometimes I do actually eat my food, not just photograph it.)
|Two of my favorite words in the German language.|
|And you thought frappucinos were decadent.|
|As Caroline said, why go to Vienna when you can get their delicious cakes in Germany?|
|Hot chocolate art.|