Wednesday, July 31, 2013

Day 1: New York City to San Francisco

We landed in SF at 9pm, 2.5 hrs later than expected. Amy, our most humble and generous friend, picked us up from the airport. The bikes arrived earlier to her apartment via FedEx and bikeflights.com (great company!) for $50 each. But they weren't all in one piece. Jay's box had opened from the bottom en route. I was terribly anxious and appreciated Jay's coolness.


Amy had made us dinner -- taco salad with grape tomatoes from her community garden and tomatillo salsa made by Rune, her husband. We went to their wedding in SF earlier this year. It was the most beautiful wedding planned in only 3 weeks in a friend's backyard. In fact, it was the quickness and budget that really made it outstanding. Everyone there really wanted to be a part of their marriage, and each person contributed their creativity, skill, and helping hand to make it happen. Amy and Rune have a special talent of cultivating community.

Though Amy's from Connecticut and Rune from Norway, they are the classic SF couple. Amy is a chemist and busts her butt in the development of a hepatitis drug. On the side she takes classes in permaculture, which has to do with living and working in conjunction with nature's cycles. Her and Rune are also yogis -- her sister teaches yoga on her balcony down the street. Rune recently left a start-up tech company to pursue his own entrepreneurial spirit. They are both very successful, but their philosophy is "if we lose it all, we'll just start over." Amy says it with a smile and we thank god for helping us do what we want to do. Worst case we can live in yurts on a plot of land. Their future dream is to open a bed and breakfast, which they get good practice at living in a beautiful apartment overlooking the bay in one of our country's A-grade cities. They are hosting 4 friends just this week.

After dinner we go to the bikes. At home I'm the bike mechanic and Jay is the head chef. But Jay's breaks were loose (bad news in hilly SF) and my pedals wouldn't turn. Best to go to sleep and try again tomorrow.

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