Losing My Virginity: Part III

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Any experience, anytime, anyplace. Just show up. I went places and tried things I never have before. Berliners have a way of making you feel comfortable with dropping your American cool and just joining in the fun. You can become anyone. Just follow some basic rules of organization, engineering and privacy and you're fine.

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Photos

papers, please?
wanna be a dogsitter? forget references, just stick up your name and number and a promise of canine love. i got to spend 3 days with this handsome man. baskerette of the hounds. i strolled the hip streets of prenzlauerberg as chic dog-owner. sizzle.

spoke the hub
never danced before? wanna roll a quarter down your belly? no prob. arms wide open, dance instructors and fellow students brought me right in...this is a major international arts complex in the heart of Berlin...aaaah, Berlin.

drunken sailors
2 piratesses...asea with 2 complete strangers in treptower park. somehow, i trust 2 (drunk) german men on a rowboat more than 2 (sober) new yorkers on a central park paddleboat

mmmmh....
flax seed. up-close and personal. right in the farmer's market. germans don't joke around with food.

have trouble finding jeans?
well, can't help u there, BUT, you can buy yoga mats off the bulk...choose your roll color, and the store attendants will measure you and snip off just your size mat. LOVE IT.

birthday suits
well, was a pretty painless first on this one: sharing the (required) in-the-nude sauna with a 70-year-old man. conversation flowed.

her little group
my friend got me tickets to see her "little group" otherwise known as the berlin philharmonic perform! security aside, we waltzed across stage to our VIP seats and then ducked behind stage and mingled afterwards. everything is just so accessible compared to manhattan glitz...

prehensile rules
for all of their order, the germans can be surprisingly lax...i got to march right into the camel pasture. blubbering babies. no mister US customs officer, haven't been near a farm. man, i need more camels in my life. and what's better than a German camel to boot?! farewell Berlin...