The last time we toured Postdam Derek stripped off his shirt much to the delight of the young ladies, as the heat was unbelievable that day. During that particular summer Berlin was having quiet the heat wave, however this summer is a different story we stepped the train in Postdam and walked into pouring rain. I guess the wetness was fitting as we were heading to the tropics. Out in the middle of nowhere stands this grass roofed concrete and glass building that would leave you to believe that not much was inside. We discovered the exact opposite inside a tropical paradise filled with plants, lizards, birds, fish and butterflies.

These guys were
our first encounter in our walk along a corridor that had a least 20 built in terrariums housing different lizards, snakes and insects. The only thing missing was the opportunity to get close and personal with some of these guys. Naturally some insects particularly the Stick Insects, were playing the game hide and seek. Their camouflage was fantastic we had a challenging time finding them, it was sheer delight when we did discover them.
We rounded the corner and beheld this beautiful sight, a small example of what we would soon encounter. Before going to the tropics we entered Darwin’s library (reproduction) and we were given a brief history of his life. Next elevator ride going down , doors opened….
Awestruck is what we were when we stepped through the door, for few minutes we did not move. We were taking in the beautiful flora and fauna in the Potsdam Biosphere while coming to the realization that this breath taking scene was achieved with 20,000 plants. To make the experience complete rain began to fall along with clap of thunder and the blitz of lightening.


Coral reefs with all their splendor was our next visual delight.

Graceful and enchanting creatures beyond our grasp. In dreams that land gently upon my hand. I watch these winged angels of the sky secretly wishing I could fly.

We were hard pressed to leave this tropical dome but there was still more to see that day. One the first things we saw as we left the biosphere was the sun. Making our next journey nice and dry.
Cecilienhof was built for Crown Prince Wilhelm Hohenzollern and his wife Cecilia hence the castle’s name. It took about 3 years to build from 1914 to 1917 interesting is the architectural design used for this castle English Tudor.




It’s historical significance is what happened inside this building, Churchill, Truman, Stalin during June 17th to 2nd of August 1945 met in the halls of Cecilia Court Palace for the Potsdam Conference. These men decided the fate of Germany and her people by taking steps to ensure post-war order through peace treaties, reversing all Germany’s annexation of Europe, partitioning of Germany and the prosecution of Nazi war criminals.
Glienicke Bridge connects Postdam to Berlin after WW II it was divided into east and west. It became know as the Bridge of Spies during the Cold War as the United States and the Soviet Union used to carry out their exchange of captured spies.
Crossing the bridge over to Berlin we headed to a beer garden for refreshments. Good thing unbeknownst to us (Steve and I) we still had a fair walk ahead of us. You would think the last our son the Tour Guide would want to do is alot of walking on his day off. Lets just say Steve and I slept extremely well that night. All that walking was just a prelude as to what lay ahead and that is another story.

To no ones’ surprise Steve and I naturally did a couple of Derek’s History of Berlin tours. I was intrigued and surprised by this statue, it is part of a larger monument/statue in on honour of Friedrich Schiller standing in front of the Schauspielhaus now known as the Konzerthaus. Friedrich Schiller was a philosopher, poet, historian and playwright. On all four corners of the monuments sits a woman, 3 are young contemplative as you see by the photo this one is not. In fact even her clothing is different from the other perhaps she wears the cloak knowledge and awaits to impart the wisdom she has obtained from the past.