Tokyo

Through a serendipitous series of events, I found myself in Tokyo for a packed three-day trip. Between giving a talk at Keio University and attending events, it was incredibly difficult to quiet my racing mind. Yet, amidst the rush, I found unexpected moments of inner peace—an hour at a local tea shop, Sunday mass at a nearby church, and a perfect bowl of cold udon. None of this was planned. I’ve found that the simple desire to be quiet, combined with letting things happen, s

Heading to Tokyo for 3 days: Day 1 at the Traveler’s Notebook 20th event. Day 2 speaking at Keio University on brand ethos (their crossed fountain pen logo is perfect). Day 3 Brompton cycling in rural Tokyo. This serendipity tells me things are good. A secondary bestie abroad shared his feelings on song lyrics and we clicked again, just like that. It reminds me to be quiet in appreciation. With such a full itinerary, there’s only one blank page left in this notebook I wish I

I brought my bike to Tokyo in early February — part work, part wandering. Mornings began with cold air and empty streets, wheels tracing lines through neighborhoods still waking. I rode to quiet churches where sunlight spilled through high windows. I never took a train, not once. Everything lived within reach. There’s a peace in traveling by rhythm rather than schedule.