Cricket in Berlin - The End of an Era: Happy Birthday to Me

Thursday, May 07, 2009

Happy Birthday to Me

I have to say that my birthday was incredible and I felt loved far beyond what I deserved. I threw my party on Thursday night because Friday was a national holiday here and my dearest friends arranged for a weekend in the countryside all together. So we had everyone over Thursday night for Sangria, enchiladas and all my favorite tex-mex dips. That's right. Including Queso, only without Shiner. Sad. The Nogossek Clan stopped by and it was so fun to have Tina in town!!!

The next day we drove out past Brandenburg to our friend Svenja's mom's cottage in the country side. We feasted on delicious food and seasonal asparagus, we brunched on the lawn, laid on the lawn in the sun and relished in the silence. We went for long drives with loud and fantastic music and at night we cooked big dinners and sat in front of the fire and talked late into the night.

Saturday morning I head out for Beirut. I'll be there two weeks enjoying my dear friends John and Jamie, hanging out with Jamie at a Palestinian Refugee camp that she works at, and spending the afternoons enjoying Lebanon and my dear friend David who is travelling with me. I'll try to keep the blog updated with pictures and tales of our adventures. Thanks for following along with my life! I feel like one of the most fortunate girls in the world.

Ciao and next time... from Beirut!!!

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