|Golden Gate Bridge, San Francisco, April 2012|
Once the bag had arrived it was tremendously nice to not have to worry about any taxi line or any shuttle buses, nor any train for that matter (BART, the train, goes all the way from San Francisco International Airport to the city - a really good option if you ask me) - I could just walk up to my friend's car, load the bag into it, and off we went. It was also really nice to just get inside, unpack the most important, and walk out to get something to eat.
Feeling the smell of San Francisco, breathing in the atmosphere, seeing the hills, now even more clearly very very hilly (after four years in one of the flattest cities in Germany, good old Düsseldorf, I saw San Francisco in a partly new light. The last time I was here was 3.5 years ago, when I had been less than a year in Germany). It felt a bit like coming home, I love the city of San Francisco. There is only one disadvantage with it and that is the distance from all other brilliant cities - even Los Angeles which is the closest what I would call big city is some 7-9 hours driving time away.
I knew I was going to have a great time in California, and it started well.
But then again, it is San Francisco, how coudl that EVER be anything but great?