I have a love of travel that I believe I have firmly instilled now in my six year old son. He loves “adventures.” Whenever we love the hotel, he notes we are going on a grand adventure for which he is the guide. Today in Berlin, he quite literally was. We went to the Reichstag Dome building at 9am. The snow was falling swiftly yet calmly. We were caught in a wonderful winterland. It was beautiful and awe-inspiring. So much so, that we did not really feel the cold. Our awe and happiness acted like a warm bubble around us.
See, whenever we travel anywhere, we go off-peak. Or rather, we go when many others may consider not going. In a way, we feel that we get to see the destination in its real, in-vivo state. Obviously, there is no such thing. Summer time in new York is just as real as wintertime. It is just a different vibe. and has a different meaning to people. It is as if New York is four different cities depending on the season. Ok. Back to Berlin.
We got to the Reichstag which has a large glass dome at the very top with a 360-degree view Berlin. We picked up the individual audio guide machines but only my son’s worked. He thus listened intently and guided us through the dome. He was ecstatic; filled with pure unbridled joy. His little hands were warm and moving happily as he pointed things out to us. After we left he said that “this was the best day ever”. As a parent traveling with a child those are unbelievably wonderful words to hear.
We then walked past a building that he felt was the perfect fairy-tale location.
We toured and toured ending up at the The Fernsehturm which is a television tower. Again, we went up way high with a 360 degree-view of the city. He was again filled with ecstasy.
We then ran down into the winter markets where he saw his first ice skating rink and where he got to pet a pony.
His hands were super warm rubbing my face as he told me how much fun he had had today. His warm hands. My warm beating heart. And random happy bears throughout the city. these bears remind me of my little boy.
There were also brightly colored food shacks that drew his attention.
Yes, we are in a veritable winter wonderland in Berlin where unequivocally warmth emanates from a boy’s eyes to the hands he holds his mommy with.