Wednesday morning, August 28. “Are you there yet? I’m waiting for you at the parking lot. Oh, and I brought cash.” 10 minutes later, I took off. On my new (but probably second/third/fourth hand) bike. 14 hours after arrival in Palo Alto, hometown of Stanford University. Time for my first coffee. My days start exactly the same as back home: with some good old oatmeal – never change a winning team, right? The only difference is that I now get them from a family package (1.8 kg)