We're home from our whirlwind week in Europe promoting The Gorilla's new movie (in theaters October 25 - go see it!) and are exhausted but excited, totally out of it and also completely in the moment. I might need a little more sleep before I reach the "completely" part.
The movie premieres in Amsterdam, London, and Berlin all went so well and I can't wait to do a whole post on the official celebrations in each city. In the meantime, a few photos as seen through my iPhone lens. (I admit I was clogging up the Instagram stream last week.)
While The Gorilla did press all day, I wandered around the city. Amsterdam is just beautiful. The people are friendly and diverse, there's something to see down every narrow street.
On a quick lunch break, we snuck away to the Rijksmuseum just to stand in front of Rembrandt's Night Watch for a bit. My art degree husband is a great date to a museum.
This was my second trip to Amsterdam, and I wasn't disappointed.
Next stop: London. My favorite city in the world.
A group of us went straight to the huge Topshop. Normally shopping wouldn't be first on my list for London, but it was close and I was curious. After I couldn't help myself and picked up a few things there I wouldn't find stateside, I power walked myself down to Selfridges.
It's supposed to be one of the best department stores in the world. I admit it was pretty awesome. But I was beat. And the cozy SoHo hotel beckoned.
The next day I wandered some more, popped in a book store when it started to drizzle. Gloriously gloomy London. I took an adventurous route for lunch and brought my magazine to a ramen joint that smelled yum and where I could see the handmade noodles in the window.
Late that night we took off for Berlin. Barely 24 hours in my soul city, but I was so glad to be there just the same.
We had exactly one day in Germany, so we had to make it count. The Gorilla didn't have work until late in the afternoon, so we went on a private tour that was fascinating. I knew the very basics about the Berlin wall, but our local driver gave so much insight and context to what it all really meant to this city.
We spent a few moments in the Holocaust memorial (not pictured), which is so moving and just breathtaking in its scope and power. It's done in the center of the city over an area that used to be Hitler's garden. The site of the bunker where he committed suicided is across the corner. It's now a parking lot.
The whole tour wasn't quite so somber, although there's so much violent history in Berlin that it wasn't something you could avoid. Our guide encouraged me to ask all kinds of questions, which I did, even the hard things seem to come out of my mouth. We talked for nearly three hours about the war and the wall. For just one day in a place, I come away changed.
It was only a week total, but it was truly one of those trips of a lifetime. I know we'll be talking about it for years, laughing at the memories, processing parts. For me, the days of experiencing another culture were separate from the nights spent celebrating and promoting the movie. All of it was almost too much to take in.
Foreign travel changes me every time.