When you have fun, time flies. Our Berlin vacation weekend was almost at an end. Just one more breakfast and that was basically it. Of course we started the day late, it was the weekend after all and everyone needed their beauty sleep. Late in this case meant by 11am since we had to check out from the Lindemann’s which was the perfect hotel for this trip except for the fire alarm the first day.
I think I didn’t tell you about that one. Why? Maybe I still had to come to terms how I reacted to it. It took me ages to realize that there was actually a fire alarm. And not a car gone haywire outside. Once I recognized the sound was coming from the hotel, I deliberated if I should get up. By that time the alarm had gone already for a couple of minutes. When I finally got up I checked first the hall if there was any smoke or smell. Since I couldn’t detect any, I deliberated a bit more and eventually decided to go downstairs. All the while the alarm kept ringing. Of course the moment I had my jeans on the alarm stopped.
Great, back to bed. What to do when you are already awake? You check your phone for new messages. While doing so the alarm started again. Urgh, finally called Christoph to ask him if he wanted to go downstairs. Together we decided to do so and that I would pick him up on the way down. When I took my handbag it was more important for me to check if I had my passport, my book and my kindle then saving myself by rushing downstairs. I even searched for the book since it was not in my bag. When I finally got outside my room the alarm had been easily ringing for 10 minutes. Eventually we met a guy on top of the staircase who told us it was a false alarm and we went back to our rooms. But I am still astonished about my laid-back reaction to the whole alarm thing. I really need to work on my priority skills! Survival first!
Anyway, I digress. I wanted to tell you about our last morning in Berlin. We stayed again in Schöneberg for breakfast but went to a French bistro/shop called La Cantine d’Augusta this time.
The name apparently came from the owner’s grandmother who was also on the cover of the menu.
Breakfast here was different; no eggs but instead olives, sun-dried tomatoes and a fruit salad were served with ham, salami and a variety of cheeses.
It was once again excellent and a great choice for our last morning. I really loved the shop, there was so much great food from France available. In a way I am glad I don’t live around the corner from it, could be the death of all good resolutions.
Sadly there was no time to linger over coffee. Just a bit later and we were taking the metro to get to the airport. As said before, public transport in Berlin is amazing. Just one metro ride and one change onto a bus was all it took to get us to the airport. Not more than 35-40 minutes tops. In no time we had to say good-bye. So very hard to do after our lovely weekend. But you know what? We will do it again!