Score one for Germany!

Germany, unlike Italy or France, doesn't get a lot of love from American celebrities. No one comes here to get married, have a baby, or hang out with George Clooney. Even though we have mountains, beaches, and cosmopolitan cities, the only movies filmed here have to do with the big H. Sometimes Royals come skiing here, but that really doesn't count.

But news my blog readers: I was visiting Courtney in Berlin this past weekend. On Saturday we got high on the splendor that is the KaDeWe makeup floor. (KaDeWe is the biggest, most fantastic, most glorious department store in Germany) Then we had the best falafel in Berlin, DaDa, then we showered and went out. It was during my second Astra beer at the Pony Bar in Mitte that I heard the life-changing news. A British man sitting next to me was telling his friend that he had word that BRANGELINA are in the process of moving to the ultra-hip, former East Prenzlauerberg district. My ears went up like a short haired pointer's. Could it be?

Yes, apparently. Brad is filming the new Quentin Tarantino in Berlin and is moving the clan there. Score Germany!

I know that the rest of the blog post will be moot after that news, but there are some more updates in our life here. On Friday we go home(s) for 2 weeks for primarily the State Fair, and secondarily to see friends and family. I'm dreaming of the Midway. The last week has been a revolving door at our apartment as we've been showing it to possible renters. Showing your apartment abroad is like going to war. You have to lie to the public (yes, a washing machine fits in the bathroom!) to keep your approval ratings up. You also have to deal with foreigners whose culture you don't understand (cue Japanese man who refused to walk on our Ikea carpet with his shoes on). It's intense.