Sep 292011
 
Doris and Wolfgang Oly Style

Doris and Wolfgang Oly Style

Wolfgang was waiting for me at the Berlin-Spandau station – wearing his Olympia Harbor Days T-shirt! In a replay of my initial arrival in Berlin we headed for a beer at the Spinner-Brücke. The weather continues to be fantastic, and sitting outside, talking, was so pleasant it was hard to leave. But we did. I checked in and left my bags at the hotel and we headed for Potsdam.

Me at Cecilienhof, site of the Potsdam Conference

Me at Cecilienhof, site of the Potsdam Conference

First stop, Cecilienhof, site of the Potsdam conference in which Britain, the US and Russia determined the fate of Post-War Germany. Wolfgang has heard it all before, so he found a non-smoke free bench, where he parked himself while I toured the building. The free audio guide and displays in German, English and Russian explained that politically limiting Germany- which prior to 1939 included areas along the Baltic coast including Latvia, Lithuania and Estonia – was high on the list. Here I learned that it was this conference that determined that the Poles would be moved from the east and the Germans moved from the area east of the Oder River. I was trying to move through the castle behind a very large Spanish tour group being lectured to by a woman who spoke very clear Spanish. Since I found I could understand her I switched off my headset and listened to her. Between exhibits she asked me (in German) if I understood Spanish. I managed a ‘Poko, mas que aleman’,  went about half way around with them.
When I emerged from the tour, Wolfgang and I did a walk around the garden around the outside of the building and then paused for the all important tea/coffee/cigarette break at another comfortable outdoor café.

Me at San Souci

Me at San Souci

Then it was onto Sans Souci, castle/summerhouse of Frederick the Great of Prussia, under whom many rights were granted to the common man. Across the street from the castle is a windmill. Wolfgang told the story that F the G was bothered by the noise of the windmill and wanted the miller to tear it down. Under the recently granted rights the miller sued, citing the fact that he was there first, and won. And the windmill still stands.

Me at the roman bath house

Me at the roman bath house

It was getting on in the afternoon so tours were out, and we rambled through the terraced gardens, past the fantastical ‘Chinese’ teahouse, gardeners quarters, roman baths, Charlottenhof Palace and over to the new palace.

Chinese Teahouse

Chinese Teahouse

Then hurried back to the car to go get Doris, as I had asked that the two of them go to dinner with me. They chose a small Sicilian restaurant, not much larger than Trinacria.  Again it was lovely sitting outside, and fortunately Doris had brought a couple of light shawls because there were a few pesky mosquitoes.

Doris and Me

Doris and Me

We were once again offered a cordial after dinner. Doris and her daughter Stefi both have a life long history of horseback riding, and Doris told me a bit about the programs she is involved with for disabled people and horses. She gave me a booklet on their section of Berlin that includes the web address of her riding organization. Because of the photos she had taken of herself in Wolfgang’s Harbors days T-shirt I left a medium T-shirt for her and the little book on Washington that I had finally located in the side pocket of my backpack.
Next morning at my hotel  I was packed and ready to go at 7:45. When I arrived at their house for breakfast Doris and Wolfgang were both wearing their Olympia shirts and we had the neighbor take a photo of us with ‘nicht sprengen, Linda’, them in their Oly shirts and me carrying my Berlin Bag.

Doris, Linda me and Wolfgang

Doris, Linda me and Wolfgang

Breakfast was again delicious, and there were fresh figs, just for me, as well as eggs tucked into their little egg cozy. Haven’t quite developed a taste for Holland-style herring, but liked the other spreads on the yummy dark brown breads.
Web-check-in, ticket-printing, one last beer and conversation at the airport and here I am, already on the descent into Helsinki.

Followup photo from Wolfgang:

Linda's thoughts on the Olympia Tugboat Twins

Linda's thoughts on the Olympia Tugboat Twins

 

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  4 Responses to “FPG Part 13 AirBerlin”

  1. SANS SOUCI, not SAN SOUCI Jeanne, what is the best translation: Don´t worry, perhaps? nothing holy… you know, all European nobles liked to talk French at a certain time…Mais bien sûre.

  2. I guess if you worry, it is not better to have sacred worries than no worries….

  3. Congratulations Beate for the translation, it was just before your trip in Paris. Is it right to add as a translation “care free” ?
    Hi Jeanne, I am really impressed by your job to build and write this blog and of course by the pictures. I am not very familiar for navigating and I can’t find some extensions specially those shown by Beate related to yr recent stay in Würtzburg.
    I had an interesting look on your camino frances, so different than mine : light, vegetation and by consequency landscapes, people of course, Ciao ciao.
    … sorry for my english

  4. Virginie,
    lovely to hear from you. Here is one of my very last photos before leaving the camino at St. Olt.

    Its true. The navigation for my post-Camino France trips needs some organisation. I’ll work on it.

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