
Today started with Aedán James and his harmonica aided wake up call. After cycling him to Kita (German pre school), I made the turn toward the north. Today I was getting lost and doing my darndest to force myself to find my way home sans tech. So, that’s exactly what I did. Ended up lost and found again. Got back to Berlin old school. Just me and my senses. What a ride. Where might you benefit from going a little old school, friend?












From big city to single tracking in the forest. Loved it all.
Live hard. Love harder…
