There we were in Berlin. We’d been in the city for less than five hours and I was hovering over two frying pans cooking scores of Swedish meatballs. As people poured into a party thrown by the owner of the apartment we were renting, the question echoed: “Now, how did you end up here again?”
How do you do what you do? How do you find an awesome short-term apartment in Berlin?
The answer in this case: One-part Facebook, another part flesh.
Both were necessary, neither was sufficient. Continue Reading »