Bogotà

We are no longer 20 years old - it became apparent from the beginning. Despite the long to-do list that we have regularly consulted since the beginning of 2019, we ended up in a hyper state - some more than others. And this fluctuating feeling of ups and downs, swinging between euphoria and panic. "This is definitely the last trip", we complained on the last day, while we packed up all our belongings in the basement. And then we finally set off. And after a last coffee at the airport (Thanks dear Jacqueline, Steffi and Marcel) and an endless journey (we haven't quite reached the chill flow yet - some more than others), we finally arrived in Bogotà.

We had a few very cozy first days, although it was rather forced. The Bogotarians seem to celebrate their New Year's start in the circle of la familia. We spent our time wandering aimlessly through a deserted Bogotà. Probably the fact that we spent New Year's Eve in the Pischi (a restaurant) and already had the first game night behind us contributed to the overall impression. In search of a bottle of Prosecco on New Year's Eve, we had to commit our first illegal act and buy our drink discreetly from a street vendor using a black plastic bag. After her confusing "I have beer, aguardiente and rum", we toasted with a beer. Nevertheless, it was a beautiful day and the Bogotarians gave us a good feeling for the start of our trip (we already regret our lack of discipline in learning Spanish). Maybe we'll see each other again, Bogotà.