Willkommen in Berlin

Well, I've finally arrived in Berlin. It took about eighteen hours of travel and I think I slept for one of those hours. I'm trying my best to just push through until tonight, but we'll see how long that lasts. I'm currently in the hostel I'm staying in for one night before registration, and what the hell, it's run by hardcore Spanish punk rockers. No effing joke. I guess that's Berlin for ya. I don't trust them, because I don't trust Spaniards in general -- just kidding, I actually don't trust punks, but that's because I was friends with a lot of them. The fact that they're Spanish is pretty much inconsequential.

I can speak German! Within my first hour I got two compliments. Pretty schnazzy. At any rate, this post isn't very interesting, because I haven't done anything yet, and if there are typos it's because I've changed my keyboard to the German setup. When in Rome.

I'm off to get a cell phone, but more stories as they come. In the immortal words of Cabaret, "Velcome to Berlin, Herr Bradshaw...velcome to Berlin."