We’re in Berlin visiting Ragnheiður, youngest stepdaughter, who has been living here since January. Berlin hasn’t changed much since we were here last year, but boy – the prices sure have. They’ve doubled.
Which of course might have some relation to the wee problems we’ve been having with our own currency, and its 100 percent drop against the euro in one year. We’ve gone from being the shopaholics of Europe to the tourist version of the Little Girl with the Matches – we can stare in through the shop windows, but we can’t buy.
Not comfortably, in any case.
Which oddly is also kind of liberating. We have more time to look around, to check out the sights.
Speaking of which, today Ragnheiður took us out to show us around her part of the city, and made a special point of ducking into a store to show us this:
Here we have two different flavours of Opal and one flavour of Tópas [salty licorice] – about the most commonplace of all Icelandic sweets, tucked away in a corner of a gourmet shop in Prenzlauer Berg.
Something which we considered awesome enough to take a picture of. In fact I think we can skip the rest of the sights. Surely nothing can top this.