TUESDAY

In keeping theme, the title had to be annoyingly caps locked-ified.
So Tuesday starts off at 10, post breakfast of the usual: bread, jam (one of my power fuels), and 2 orange juices. We're off to see the Berliner Dom, which is effing gorgeous. We walk around out front, picture time, then into Jesus' room.
It is mega. Mega big, megaly over-decorated, the tombs on the ground floor are pretty awesome (how horrible is that?). But really, one had a crazy ass eagle and one had crazy ass, wrinkly Grim Death Man, then I went and actually prayed *gasp--shocking* in the little chapel part (which is far more appropriate for a church, if you ask me). Get back with the group, head up towards the museum-ish parts. There are models and the history of this big ass Protestant Church (Yes, I am well aware I say ass for no reason alot). So those are really cool and the view is fantastic, but it'll get better.
We head up to what I assume the staircases in Silent Hill would look like, because frankly it looks like mortal souls are fought over there. Climb forever, get to the top and even better view. But in the words of my beloved Ron P. "But wait, there's more!"
We get to walk up even more SHARON Stairs outside to the angels posted outside and you can see Berlin forever. Possibly the best city I've ever see (I'm looking at you, Paris, you royal disappointment.)
So then I go on a Berlin Public tour bus, I think that is this day. We ride the bus all the way to the bus station, which is actually cool if you've ever been curious what a Berlin Bus Station looked like. Group splits a bit, we go to the Cafe Zoo or whatever and I have neon-yellow melon ice cream. We sit and talk for about an hour, get up and I wanted to go back to Alexanderplatz, so I follow the professors and 2 other people. I get there, walk around looking to buy stuff for people. Bought a pear not saying a word, find shampoo. Walk around a little more, get back to the hostel and read probably.
Tuesday night was a really kickass night, because it was Karoke night, but by the time we arrived there it was done (fine by me). We start "partying" and Berliner Pilsner is so far my favorite here. We, supposedly, argue about Brett Favre and discuss the origins of peoples' names. We party awhile and head upstairs for sleep; classes are in the morning.