Transition

After ten years of living in San Francisco we have moved... not very far, just across the Golden Gate to Sausalito.

It is at the same time a big jump and only a tiny little difference in our lives. When we open the front door now, gone are the hills, the constant fog, the noise of Pine Street, the homeless and the cafes around the corner. But we have gained some other things, like the smell of the eucalyptus forest above us on the hill, starry nights, and a rather more peaceful environment...

I will certainly miss my daily walks across Nob Hill, Russian Hill and Telegraph Hill, but my new commute is either a bike ride across the Golden Gate bridge or a ferry ride across the bay. And I have already fallen in love with my daily bike ride, full of some of the most beautiful scenery that this planet has to offer. Here are some early results on Flickr: 1, 2, 3 & 4.

And hey, I still see the parrots every day! Now mostly around Fort Mason in the morning, when a group of them usually hang out in the trees there - I wonder if they actually sleep there and then just join the rest of the gang down at the Embarcadero in the afternoon...

And I will of course keep on writing about San Francisco, since it is still part of our daily life, but I will probably also dig up some stories about the history of Sausalito, which has its very own hectic and eclectic past.

We will see - but I hope it will be interesting to follow along... :-)