So, my month and a half-ish of semi-insane traveling has come to a close (just about). In a mere 12 hours, I will be sitting on a plane headed to Rome, where the San Francisco-based program I’ll be doing for the next three months begins. I’ll do a longer post once I’m settled in there, something about reflection and I-statements and other things that would make my favorite awkwardly named alma mater* proud. For the time being, I’m in the hostel which for some reason is playing strangely heavy metal-ish electric guitar music, that would probably not make said awkwardly named alma mater proud.
I’ll leave you with this morsel about my time here in Berlin — a note I wrote on my handy dandy new phone. Enjoy. Or some verb. I don’t know if it’s a really enjoyable thing. as much as it’s just strange.
“There is a woman on the subway across from me eating poppyseed bread. She takes a huge bite and then chews – only on the right side of her mouth – for several minutes. The poppyseed bread has two layers, so it is a little under two inches tall. It is maybe two and a half by four inches in dimension. She ate over half of it — both layers at once — in two bites. As I write this I notice she has commenced on a new set of two layers of poppyseed bread. These ones hold at least one piece of salami between them. Her bite size remains constant.”
* = It was called Lick-Wilmerding, if you didn’t know that.