The lady behind the counter thought Eric was IRISH and loved his accent. (After living in America, Eric's German accent has transformed into some odd difficult to define mixture that is always mistaken for something else.) She was incredibly open and friendly.
We also picked up some sushi and smoothies at "Cal Foods". It was the oddest shaped grocery store I had ever seen. the architecture was similar to a 1950's science fiction movie. The cashier had long platinum blond hair that she kept flipping over her shoulders and she was all smiles.
The people in San Francisco are so different from New York City. It's like two different worlds.
After breakfast John, Eric and I drove over the Golden Gate bridge.
I could see the ocean on all sides and the massive structure of the vibrant red bridge as we went under the peaks. The deep green mountains and the clear blue sky. Music was blasting from the stereo and all the windows in the car were open. It was utterly Euphoric and I felt so free. so alive!
When we reached the other side. We parked and took in the famous view of San Francisco and the Golden Gate bridge. Sailboats bobbed in the water, the warm breeze, the sound of seagulls, the blaring of a ship horn...
We could see San Francisco across the shore. Our new home..
Afterwards we drove to Ocean Beach..
People were running, sun bathring and leaping through the waves. There were massive rocks in the distance and you could see the mountains. The weather was perfect. So far there hasn't been much of the infamous fog during our trip. Sunny days and clear skies. .
We all walked across the sand towards the shore.
Eric rolled up his jeans and ran into the water
I listened to the crashing waves and took into the view while Eric and John talked about the move and the area.
"This is beautiful...", I said
"You haven't seen anything yet", John assured me. "I wish we had more time, I have so much to show you guys.."
Later on we went to the famous In and Out Burger restaurant for the best cheese burgers in San Francisco. Eric was curious because of the reference in "The Big Lebowski" - i.e. "Those are good burgers, Walter". Apparently this is a really popular joint. It was packed to the rim.
Afterwards we hung out in John's flat. We talked and drank wine into the early morning hours.
This was my favorite day of our trip so far.
I can't believe tomorrow is our last day, I don't want to leave.
