When I planned my Berlin trip last summer, I had moderate expectations for it. My millennial friends had told me the music and art scene were great. And that the city has a lot of history, which, cool. But the experience of actually visiting Berlin at the onset of summer (the best time to visit!) was like the first time I watched Cloudy With a Chance of Meatballs — relaxing yet completely gripping, and more adult-rated than I thought it'd be. If that time machine I used to redo my Arizona trip still worked, I'd use it to go back to Berlin, then smash it to pieces so I could stay there for good.