This is not an expat story, although I am one. Secretly, I despise expats. They remind me of defectors who've run into the depths of a jungle, never to return or to be seen again. I am more akin to a sailor dropping her anchor down whenever the coast seems fruitful and the water clear. And so I find myself in Berlin, a city budding with young artists, fresh markets, and abundant vintage opportunities.


Oh the markets: never before have I seen such a multitude of markets. There are fancy ones with cherry picked vintage items and organic fare, antiquities markets with funky retro lights and turn of the century goods, and rummage galore bric-à-bracs one must spend hours to rifle through. Me, I relish in the challenge of the shabby ones, the ones with raggedy cardboard boxes stuffed to the brim with precious doodads. Perhaps I'm more than a sailor, but instead a pirate — with a knack for treasures.


Kreuzberg is a colorful and diverse district in Berlin where an international crowd merges with Turkish and German locals. Every Tuesday is market day along the southern side of the Maybachufer canal, an excellent fresh market with organic vegetables, fish, meat, turkish spreads, olives, raw cheese — just about anything the heart (or stomach) desires. It takes a good hour to navigate through the narrow and crowded passages. Turkish vendors shout loudly as you walk through, and people cluster tightly where there are deals to be made like it's Wall Street. It's exciting and one of the things I look forward to every week.


The rest of the week I'm busy working on my Etsy shop, leolucaescobar, the store where I put all the cool things I find. On Saturday, the real work begins, as the bigger clothing markets are on the weekends and I spend hours visiting the different ones in the city.


This is me amid a sea of vintage.


It's a hard job, bartering in German. I sometimes get my numbers mixed up. I work my way through, choosing items that catch my eye and charm me. I try not so much to follow trends but to find items that fit well, look comfortable and that contain a certain quirkiness. By the time I'm done, I'm usually up to my head in bags of clothes and heavy shoes. Sometimes I get really anxious beforehand; I can't help but imagine other people taking away a piece of clothing that I might never get to see. But when I get home and rummage through my bags I'm in wonderment at the treasures I find.

So you see, how could I not love Berlin? It satisfies my two biggest needs: good food and good vintage. I feel really fortunate to be able to live somewhere where I can buy fresh food within walking distance and have so many options for when I need to go vintage diving. I've set my anchor down for now. Just don't call me an expat.

All photos by Mariel Lohninger.

For more interesting places, check out the other posts in our Etsy World Tour series.  Also check out leolucaescobar's German and vintage picks below!