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I woke up this morning to a beautiful blue sky, watching the sunrise color all the buildings to the west. The Golden Gate Bridge was clear from fogg and looked like on fire. A smaller sailboat passed under the bridge. An adventure has begun.

I feel like it's the last day of school before summer vacation. I got my grades and I'm ready to go. My bags are packed and the bank account emptied. I'm on a road to exploretation. When I look out over San Francisco I get the same exhilirating feeling as when I visited Paris for the first time (on my own) more than 15 years ago. I can smell the scent of a new beginning, of a new time, almost a new era.

I was asked yesterday how I planned to spend the next 90 days. The point of taking a break is NOT to conform to working life by planning, executing, beating deadlines and wearing a crisp drycleaned shirt.

But I know one thing, the next time I'm on my way south early in the morning it will be to catch some waves. And maybe while ripping it up I'll just fall in love with the sea all over again and decide to become a marin biologist or a deep sea skipper. Wouldn't that be something!