Bears, Beers, and Blogging in Berlin

After experiencing some technical difficulties, the 'drews are back in business.  We tours Berlin yesterday with a real native Berliner.  Actually, she was from Boston, but we guess that's close enough.

Some highlights of our first two days here:

FREE ASS-FARTS!

The "beach" in Berlin. Our first stop after getting off the plane, because we couldn't figure out the damn bus and train system.

Confused in Berlin.

We finally found the train station!

Our humble abode.

The 'drews in front of the Berliner Dom

We spent time straddling the border between East Berlin and West Berlin.  See if you can guess which feet belong to each 'drew.  The tour guide resisted the urge to punch us in the face, but she did scold us for entering West Berlin before she gave us permission to do so.

Kendrew swore he could have climbed the Berlin Wall and crossed the "Death Zone" without being shot by a Soviet bullet.  Frandrew disagreed, although it is a funny scenario to think about.

We know.

For some reason, they love bears in Berlin.

And the bears love beer.

Kendrew's new family crest.

Frandrew bit Kendrew because neither of them wanted to sit on the inside of the booth.  Kendrew wouldn't back down so Frandrew ended up on the inside, but not before biting a hunk out of Kendrew's hand.

Pub crawl with the hostel crew. Maddy, Kendrew, Susie,  Adam, and Frandrew. This was the 'drews' favorite stop because they let you pour your own beer at the table. Fifteen minutes later, (as I'm writing this Frandrew is twitching because of all my grammatical errors) we got in a fight with the staff on how much beer we should have to pay for.

They won the argument.

Every time we bought a beer, they gave us freaking puzzle pieces. We now have a full-scale replica of the Sistine  Chapel ceiling in our hostel room.

...and FREE ASS-FARTS!