You know what? I love love. I really believe the meaning of life has so much to do with loving and being loved. All kinds of love: between friends, the love you feel for your parents, for your kids, sibling love, self-love, unconditional love, romantic, butterflies-in-the-stomach kind of love. It’s a beautiful thing.
And look, when it comes to romantic love, I live inside a Richard Curtis’ world. She is always playing faintly in the background, and an awkward but charming Hugh Grant type might walk into my life at any moment and change things forever. I have embraced the fact that I’m a hopeful, hopeless romantic, and I blame it on my horoscope.
This is all to say that while walking the streets of Berlin I see happy, lovey dovey, lovebirds everywhere! They are everywhere, which makes me think Berlin might be the new city of lovers.
Am I seeing things? Am I projecting my own rose-colored glasses, foolish romantic tendencies onto reality? Any Berliners out there who can confirm?
Anyway, whatever the case is, crossing paths with them never fail to put a smile on my face. And it also goes to show that you don’t need the Eiffel Tower or the canals in Venice to inspire romance. Love is found everywhere, and there is plenty of it in street-art lover, graffiti district boasting Berlin.