San Luis Obispo… Wow…
Since we moved here, I’ve been waiting for the massive, dirty, dark secret of this place to come out. There has to be a reason that a section of the California coast isn’t hyper-congested and intensely commercialized…
Is there a vampire or zombie problem I haven’t encountered yet? Will the winds shift and blow wastewater treatment plant air past my nose for half the year? Is there a mime school somewhere nearby that I haven’t heard of?
So far, nada.
I’ve surmised that right about the time when quality of life becomes someone’s primary concern, happiness gravity seems to pull them this way.
One of the primary indicators that this place is focused on awesomeness has to be their weekly celebrations of quality and deliciousness. That’s right, what most American towns reserve for an annual celebration, SLO does weekly. They call it a “farmer’s market”, but that’s just a thinly veiled misnomer for a party. Food, music, people, sun and stars… this is a great way to spend your Thursday evening… EVERY Thursday evening… See what I saw this week below…
If you want to come visit us in our new home, might I suggest coming on a Thursday?
Matt He Wanders On 