“Ooh, have you ever known, We laid your eyes on, The perfect work of art, I knew right from the start, Ooh, I was never sure of a God before But I know he must exist: He created this; I was sent here for you, We were made to love, We were made to love, You were sent for me too, We were made to love, We were made to love…”

 If she closed her eyes and tried really hard, she could still revive the smell of the morning harbor, the salty sea water and freshly caught fish, along with the scream of seagulls and touch of warmth from the Californian sun on her body. Coincidentally, she walked the same path as she did with him some two and half years ago. This time she felt a mix of excitement but also a bit of sadness as this was the longest they were separated so far and she was rediscovering the beauties of San Francisco by herself. Yet every moment was a reminder of her happy life blessed with love and rich on extraordinary experiences...
Když zavřela oči a hodně se snažila, pořád si dokázala vybavit vůni ranního přístavu, onu slanou mořskou vodu a čerstvě vylovené ryby, za vřeskotu racků a teplých kalifornských paprsků slunce dotýkajících se jejího těla. Náhoda tomu chtěla, že kráčela po stejných místech jako tenkrát před dvěma a půl lety s ním. Tentokrát byly ale její  pocity směsici nadšení i stesku, jelikož to bylo poprvé, co byli od sebe odloučeni na delší dobu, a ona znovu objevovala krásy San Francisca sama. Přesto byl každý okamžik připomínkou jejího šťastného života, obdařeného láskou a bohatého na jedinečné zážitky...