Marty and I spend an inordinate amount of time together since moving to Germany. For the most part both of us are quite happy about it. We joke all the time that people here must think us strange as we are nearly always together. We both drop the kids off in the mornings. We know that only one needs to go but for me it is a nice bike ride, it gets me up and out and I love kissing the kids goodbye at school and watching them walk in happily. To be truthful, Josie is nearly always already inside the building by the time I get there. The three of them leave about 5
minutes before I do because I like to put all of the breakfast things away and have a couple sips of coffee in peace before leaving.
But Benjamin still welcomes a long hug and a kiss before we confidently and happily walks into school each day and in the past few days even looks back just before we walks in to wave at us. One day last week I got there just after he had walked in and missed my kiss and wave. Being the dork that I am I ran in and up to classroom as he was walking in and snuck one in there. I know these days are fleeting!!
Marty and I go to lunch together nearly every day and normally even squeeze in a long walk or bike ride together. So it isn't like we don't have "dates" even if they are day dates or just quality time spent but on Saturday both kids were
invited over to sleep over together at friends. Marty and I dropped them off around dinner time and then decided to try an new area for dinner. The mom of the kids friends, Katy, had recommended an area in Schoneberg that had a ton of restaurants. We decided to just walk around the area and find a place. Old school, the way we would have long ago. On the way to the recommended street we walked by a movie theater which was playing BlackkKlansman. A movie Marty had wanted to see. I'm not up on any of the new movies - other than the ones that are based on books that I've read but I was game, especially after finding out that it was in Original Language so English with German subtitles.
We walked on a found several awesome restaurants. We couldn't decide, overwhelmed by choice. Since arriving we have definitely tended toward Vietnamese, Indian, Greek or Italian food. All of it delicious. Then I remembered that I met a friend of a friend from Seattle very near where we were but the first time I had just had coffee. However I remember seeing the food menu and thinking it reminded me of Chaco Canyon - a very overpriced, healthy, yummy cafe near our house in West Seattle. We opted for Mattea and were not disappointed. We had a leisurely dinner outside, despite the 30 degree temperature drop the day before (literally the temperature went from a high of 90 on Friday to a high of 60 on Saturday - the first day of Fall. On schedule just like a German time piece!!) After dinner we walked by an ice cream place that the Seattle friend had recommended and it was really the best ice cream we have had since in Berlin!
On the way back to the movie theater we stopped by the house where David Bowie lived with Iggy Popp back in the 70's. I can't remember the last time we saw a movie and especially can't remember the last time we saw on so spontaneously. It most definitely must have been before kids.
The movie was really good. It was heavy and hard at many moments. The topic - obviously, the KKK would never clearly be an easy topic but the directors did a good job of breaking up the heavy stuff with some lighter, funny stuff. It was really eye opening to watch this movie in another country. Even though there were times that the KKK was being made fun of or there were other
humorous moments the underlying truth that racism is so rampant STILL in the US is sickening. At the end of the movie they play a live scene of a KKK rally and white supremacist groups and it was really sickening. I was in tears and just sickened by how bad this issue still is in the US.
We biked home and weren't in bed until well past midnight. A long, proper date night. Aside from the movie being difficult to watch it was a wonderful night.
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