Last night I had a nightmare. Well, lately I wake up without knowing exactly what continent I am on, what is starting to worry me. But well, returning to the nightmare, I dreamed that I was not able to find my favorite carrot cake recipe among the whole mountain of printed recipes that I have scattered throughout the kitchen.
After flying over the Okavango Delta by plane, we continued our trip through Botswana and explored the Okavango Delta in Mokoro, the traditional canoe of the area. At the appointed time of the start of the excursion, the Old Bridge Backpackers was already a hotbed of activity and confusion, and we saw dozens of people preparing to explore the Okavango Delta in Mokoro.
The weather app had already predicted it and that day we woke up in Munich with a snowstorm and monumental cold. But before joining us at the station, as was Easter Sunday, Laurel and Jörg proposed us to enjoy the German custom of looking for Easter eggs, and it was that just the day before we had commented that we had never lived that tradition.
Although we got smeared with Relec extra strong before going to sleep, that night the mosquitoes had also riddled us. While we were having breakfast, we asked the owner if he could snorkel nearby. He told us that the fishermen took you into the sea a few hundred meters and there you could see some starfish and some fish, but nothing extraordinary.
Last week we had the opportunity to escape to Sigüenza for two days to meet with our friends from Globellers. It was our first foray into Guadalajara and we really liked this area, because it allows you to breathe fresh air, visit places of historical and cultural interest, and enjoy the magnificent landscape.
This afternoon, talking about what we have to take to New York, we have wondered if a recorder and a microphone would let us on the plane. In principle we think that like any electrical device there would be no problem, but with the restrictive that are being put with the issue of flights to the US.