Well, it seems as though people agree with me about the Glasstire "Heathers" situation. But I just got back from 24 hours of immigration forms, turbulence-induced child barfing, evangelical smallchat and random German strip searches. So the only thing I really want to talk about is the idea of eating steak in the bath. Really. I'd be so into it.
Man, I already miss Berlin and am planning my penniless *but happy* return.
And I really am in love (or as in love as one can be after a couple of days). A German stole my heart and has stained it with Currylust.