Night trains are fun and arriving in Berlin when it's hot and lovely is even more fun. We packed our bags, took a train to a lake, rode our bikes until we found a spot we liked and spent the afternoon there. I'm not a great swimmer, but the water was perfect. It was the first of five wonderful days. Later that day my friend Q and I danced like kids on a deserted dancefloor and Luise put on one perfect popsong after the other.
Oh, summer. This is what they talk about when they say you're perfect.