The history of Berlin is rich in early peoples, WW2, and Cold War happenings. I wandered the streets with history on my mind. I felt the ghosts of the past walking beside me from time to time, encouraging the exploration of their previous world. The beer was served cold, in large, tall glasses on small tables at all hours of the day. The cafes for coffee filled just the same, people on cell phones or chatting in very stylish clothes, men and women and even young looked sharp. The espresso was too hot and I burned my lips before I could stop. Sitting my cup back down, I gazed at the other people sitting near. Laughter was heard, the texting was being done, the flow was continuous as she looked into her partners eyes and sipped her coffee. The waiter wiped the table and made change at the same time. Bikes went in and out of the traffic each vehicle knowing when to stop an when to just go ahead.

Berlin, the museum Island

Drinking the last rich drop of espresso I made my way to museumsinsel (museum island).  This is indeed an Island, but it's inhabitants are not building boats or even fishing for that matter, in fact they are not human. The museum Island is filled with 4 or 5 top museums, in fact the amount of art and cultural artifacts is astounding.                                                                                                              The first exhibit hall was completed in 1797. The island now houses: Neues Museum, Altes Museum, Nationalgalerie, Pergamon museum, and the Berlin Cathedral. As I approached the Pergamonmuseum I was looking at the massive stairs that greeted one upon arrival. Walking in I was struck by a sense of awe at the reconstructed Greek temple. The frieze of the temple, was an astounding display of the Greek building and artistic talents. Roaming further I caught a glimpse of blue tile and instinct drove me in that direction. I went into a hall that had the most astounding reconstruction I have ever seen in any Museum, the Ishtar Gate. Glazed blue and yellow/gold tiles, images of dragons and bulls the symbols of the gods Marduk and Adad adorn different blue and yellow bricks. Having  been fired in different sections, so put together they form the images. Babylon was a wonder of the world, with King Nebuchadnezzar (605-562) in power and having direct influence for this wonder we now see here, only but a small area is reconstructed as all of the wall would not fit even in this huge area. I went back and forth. I looked close at the texture and mouth of the beasts so formally placed before me. The contrast of yellow/gold with blue tiles tell the viewer these are Gods and a magical combination they do make.

Walking further and from building to building, I encountered the history of the world. I saw images from all over.  Paintings from Dutch masters, Roman and greek coins and pottery that told stories I was more than happy to hear. I traveled from the stone age, ice age, bronze age and even into the iron age.
Near the end of my time on the island, some 8 hours later I found one of my other hidden treasures, the bust of Neferetiti. She now stares at you with only one eye painted,  through a plexiglass encasement. This 3,300 year old painted limestone bust is now a symbol of Berlin as well as Egypt. And one can imagine the heated debate between Egypt and Germany on its repatriation to Egypt.

Berlin

Traveling this time across the Atlantic I made my way to the historic city of Berlin. Tucson, Los Angeles, Paris and finally Berlin. Dropping off my things I made my way onto the streets of this marvelous city. Buildings from the 1800's lined the streets with the smell of coffee on each corner. Bikes went past in every direction, navigating with young and old, some babies strapped onto the backs of their parents just like they have for centuries. Walking past puddles the fading light confused my sense of time as my watch seemed to deceive me. It's hands saying 10 pm, with dinners at cafes laughing and just sitting down for beer and food.

Antelope Canyon

Antelope Canyon

Antelope Canyon

Leaving Flagstaff, I drove through Navajo land. Pines gave way to red earth, orange, white, and black sandstone. The sun was yellow and bright, light heating everything. Towers of orange, tiny green and brown will go on forever. Following the guide, we dropped into a mouth of sandstone, long ago swirling in the wind, now frozen in place. Dancing spotlight, dust specks floating against the dusty, orange brown skin of the walls, they enclose and open like they are still moving.

Flagstaff

The drive up from Tucson was 4 hours of long, and sometimes strange and sometimes boring. I drove into Flagstaff and went to the Hotel Monte Vista. This hotel was built in 1927 and is slightly haunted. The Monte Vista Cocktail lounge was a dark, long bar that had a following of the strange and on this night the few. A few with salt and lime was perfect. Johnny Cash, Depeche Mode, and the Red Hot Chilli Peppers was the sounds of the evening. I then returned to my room. My room was the Siouxsie Sioux room, Siouxsie of the Siouxsie and the banshie fame. It was also haunted. Some guy, who happened to be a butcher, died in the room and then all sorts of stories and sightings in the room, including blood and meat hanging from the ceiling. Hmmm  well, after my visit to the lounge, I fell into a deep sleep and never noticed the smell of meat or bacon. Today it's off to Page, and Antelope canyon.