And now a post that seems really frivolous after Abby’s… But since I only post like once a year I thought I’d go for it anyway (glad to hear things are settled down! The U.S. is insane lately).. Since it’s finally really spring, we capped off the classic spring activities like the Werder Blossom Festival and the MyFest May 1st Street Festival (free concerts and a lot of good Turkish food before the scheduled vandalism starts) with a Sunday bike outing. From Romantica, one of our favorite brunch locations in Schöneberg, we headed to Berlin-Steglitz to visit the Botanical Gardens I’ve always planned to go to never made it to until now. We had perfect timing for the end of tree-blossom season and the best of tulips, etc., plus all the greenhouses, which ranged from prehistoric plants to “useful” ones like coffee and ginger. Saw the lovely old half-timbered house from outside, but the weather was much too nice for a museum, so we skipped that part.
Here are some pictures of the gardens, if I can figure out how to post them…
From there, we got back on our backs and passed a couple of the beautiful lakes on the outskirts of Berlin, Nikolasee and Schlachtensee, then biked into the woods surrounding Wannsee lake, where we parked our bikes and took the ferry out to Pfaueninsel, where Friedrich the Great kept his peacocks and romantic trysts. We saw blue and white peacocks in full splendor, plus 2 of the 3 mini-castles, one of which F. the Great had built to look like a romantic ruin to entertain one of his mistresses. I was pretty hangry by this point, so we took a coffee/cake break at a meadow in the middle of the island, where they luckily happened to be selling coffee and cake (and water!) The weirdest part of the island is of course the constant peacock shrieks, which sound kind of like a very loud cartoon cat.
Anyway, it looks sort of like this:
I was a lot less motivated on the way back to central Berlin, especially after the cake break and then getting caught behind a really large (in number, not weight), slow family who managed to block both the bike lane and the entire sidewalk so we couldn’t pass them for ages, but we made good time once we finally escaped from behind their incredibly wide baby bike-trailer and were back home by dark. The whole trip was 41 km, a small step on our plan to bike to S’s hometown, which is more like 200 and some, but a great outing for a sunny Sunday in spring.