This past Saturday I took my camera and chose Telegraph Hill as my destination.

I walked down Market St. and my first pictures were not of the city architecture but of the SF Occupy protestors. The group passing by with signs was not huge but the energy was not low. I received a flyer and was asked to join them. Their campsite is located at 101 Market St.

I continued my walk towards Telegraph Hill and started seeing a lot of sailors around. In the meantime the sound of military jets flying over SF was disturbing my peace. There was some kind of exhibition going on but I swear the noise was creeping me out. It just made me think of war taking over the city, not a pleasant sound to my ears. I am sure many boys out there were entertained with their flying skills.

Either way, the day was beautiful and sunny, the little cold I could feel was going away by me making it up the hill and once I got to the top…. well, I could see the ocean and I do not remember hearing the planes anymore.

I took tons of pictures. Many of the neighbours were having parties in the rooftops. “It is October and people are having rooftop parties. I love this city”!

At some point I lost myself and almost entered a private property where they were having a…party! LOL I followed some people to a place I thought were stairs going down the hill and voila… a private party.

Once I decided to leave the top of the world (not that I was done with it). I headed to Little Italy (North Beach). Columbus Ave. was packed with people sitting at cafes. For a moment there I wished to have some company to sit for an hour and eat a little something and I wondered how lonely travellers can make it. I needed to TALK and share my thoughts. Does it mean that I cannot travel alone or that requires training?

Besides, there were a lot of interesting things happening around me. Suddenly the number of sailors increased. I felt I was in a film and again I realized that I grew up beside the ocean, on a island with no sailors. Anything ocean related seems like a film to me!

The party started early. The city was moving. The Condor’s live music could be heard on the other side of the street. Tourists and locals ( Am I a tourist-local?) were drinking, laughing and those single sailors were looking for girls. Just like in the films. LOL. Where are my single friends when they are needed?

Finally, I received a call to meet my “party partner” around Washington Square. Lonely times were almost over and my love was coming for me.

I walked to Pier 39 but did not get there. I started to take pictures of SF old streetcars, spent an hour in the mission and the night started coming so I rushed to Saint Peter and Paul (Washington Sq.) for my awaited “date”.

Had my dinner, walked some more, went to City Lights Bookstore, and ended a perfect day in SF.