We are celebrating this beautiful day by being extra lazy. Don't worry, we made it out of the house already and got everything we need to survive tomorrow (Haribo and Bananas). In case you didn't know, on Sundays, Germany completely shuts down. Everything is closed, you don't make any loud noises, no yard work, no washing your car, or mowing the lawn.
If you remember on a Sunday morning that you really, really needed a pack of sliced cheese for your happiness - well then you have to be sad until Monday. There is no messing around with "resting on Sunday" around these parts of the world.
So every Saturday, we have to think about the things we need to bring us through the rough day of rest.
Before going to the store, we took Lucy to the park to run around and socialize with other dogs.
Unfortunately, by the time other dogs came to play in the fenced in area, Lucy was so tired out that she just wanted to dig herself in and sleep. (I have been dreaming of this skill.)
You can't see it too well on the pictures, but that hole is deep! I am just waiting for the bench to fall in.
But let me tell you what we did last night!
We took the bikes for a late night ride to Checkpoint Charlie (the probably most famous crossing point between West Berlin and East Berlin when the wall was still there). I don't have any pictures of this, because it was quite unspectacular and pretty much everything was already closed when we got there.
What followed was the longest Döner-hunt in the history of mankind. Nick and I were both starving and kept riding the bikes for about 53.7 miles around Berlin, trying to find a place that would feed us this amazing Turkish food. I am still in disbelief that it took us so long! My senses were probably impacted by hunger. (There are supposed to be over 1300 Döner places in Berlin!)
Then, there is was:
If there is one thing that the land of opportunities is missing: it is definitely this! I may or may not have the spectacular plan to try every single Döner Kebab place in this city while we are here.
I chose the Lamachun (a fresh baked Turkish pizza, rolled up, with salad and tzaziki inside) and it probably took me .3 seconds to eat it. I could barely take a picture of it before it disappeared.
If you come to Germany and don't have one of those. Well, then I can't help you.
Now, we are trying to figure out how to spend the rest of this lazy day before the actual rest-day.