Our way home from the train station (the paved part, which precedes the bumpy tree roots in dirt part, followed by the quicksand part, and lastly, the blissed out woodsy paradise part).

Hi friends & family, After many of you asked me this summer how we would be chronicling our journey and experiences here in Berlin, my response was something like, “writing a blog feels so weirdly self-important, so I won’t do that. I’ll keep a journal, and occasionally send out an e-mail when we take a…