Have you ever visited somewhere and instantly just clicked? Like, even if you’d never been there before, something about the place, its people, its atmosphere and its culture just resonated with you? Berlin, for me, is that place. I visited it for the first time last year, and a second trip in June confirmed that my love for it at first sight wasn’t just a passing thing.
I’d never heard anyone say anything bad about Berlin, and I’d never heard of any bad experiences. I didn’t hesitate then, when some pals told me they were booking tickets for Deftones in November 2015, to get in on the action. It helped my enthusiasm that I hadn’t actually had a holiday abroad since I went to Prague for my 21st (enthusiasm or, y’know, recklessness, because who books tickets without considering the travel or expense part of it). We booked a hotel, looked up things to do, even managed to squeeze in five days of holiday in between bridesmaid duties for my girl Bee and my Master’s graduation. So far, so perfect, no?