No market Sunday.

It's Sunday today so it's a flea market day. Or so we thought when we left the apartment, Elsa, Sinead and me today.

We head for Mauerpark, had some awesome food on the way and I had coffee at (probably) Berlin's best coffee place, but more about that place some other time.

People where walking down to the park and so where we and found nothing. NOTHING! No market, no karaoke and people walked away. Odd, we thought and took the tram back to Freidrichshain to go to an other market, but no. Nothing! We ask a lone girl that are selling some things alone by Boxhagener Platz why. She tells us that it's Volkstrauertag. So no market this Sunday and not the next either because then it's Totensonntag. Damn you national holidays that we don't know of.

Having no plan, five of us (Tobias and Robyn joined us), we went to our favorite café also close to Boxhagener Platz called Macondo. It's a café with a lot of couches and great chai latte (among other things) but also you can drink beer/alcohol there if you feel like it. No alcohol laws like in Sweden here in Germany.

We, me and Elsa, found this place some weeks ago and always hang out there. Sitting and reading for hours, drinking coffee or bringing friends there and having a beer for example. Now we all sat down with a chai latte and read. All had books and we talked about books and other things but we where also quite just reading our books and enjoying spending time together.

After some hours, hundreds of pages of literature, chai lattes, gin and tonics and laughs later we left the place, but it was an afternoon well spent.

Sinead has been taking about making a pie all week and made an awesome pie (me like pie) of left overs from the indian food we had earlier. Tobias and I talked with her while she was cooking about hitchhiking, sex, relationships and looked at the laptops we had in our laps for answers to anything that popped in to our heads. Sinead and I planed to go to IKEA tomorrow (yes, we're that Swedish) to get some pillows, curtains and things to decorate our rooms with.

So all and all a good day even if we didn't have a chance to see all the crap that is the flea markets or hear people sing and massacre popular songs. Next time.