All That Jazz

Not too long ago, I remember joyfully declaring that Summer had come to Berlin. Well, that was a lie. Or I should say that I was lied to. It was one big tease. Three weeks of gorgeous weather in May dissolved into two weeks of protracted winter, followed by days of spring, summer, and fall. You never know what you will get in this city, weather or otherwise.



But it doesn't hamper the summertime festivities. The show must go on and all. that. jahhhh-azzzz.


Continuing to prove itself as the coolest neighborhood in Berlin, Kreuzberg is having another festival this weekend showcasing local jazz artists and since we had such a great time at the Culture Carnival in May we were looking forward to seeing the hood at its best. The weather was shoddy but it cut down on the crowds so we were able to take our time walking past the booths and listening to all of the great music. Plus, we love any excuse to spend time with our friends.


The fun thing about living overseas is that you feel compelled to experience as much of life as possible knowing that in a short while you will be some place else. I was reminded of that this weekend. We have done so many really cool things this year that we would never have done in the states simply because we would have assumed that we would have plenty of time to do it. Now we find ourselves willing to try anything once just to say we did and I can't think of one thing that we later regretted. It's a great way to live and I know that being here is giving us all of the tools we need to live in the moment anywhere in the world. And that, in itself, is pretty awesome.