While Sticklet's adjustment period was approximately thirty minutes (in a shameless ploy, Alex bought him wet food), I suspect that some jet lag is headed my way. Therefore, we decided to take advantage of the spectacular weather and some Sunday hyperactivity to do a long walk west across the neighborhood, with the goal of retraining my circadian rhythms with a massive dose of sunlight. We randomly decided that Nymphenburg Palace was a great destination, and along the way veered north to the Olympic park, which was full of joggers and and at least one rabbit. We climbed the Olympiaberg, a hill constructed of WWII debris, and had a great view of the Olympicstadium.
Especially for Kalina:
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