Man, you guys are going to start thinking that I get kickbacks from the Santa Cruz city council.
Santa Cruz, CA (pop. 50,000), is simply heaven on Earth. Half the kids who move here for college (UC Santa Cruz- home of the Banana Slugs) never make it out. This summer I know people who visited Maui, Washington, and Japan and every single one of them said the same thing when they got back- “The rest of the world is nice- but it doesn’t quite measure up to this place.”
Why do I love Santa Cruz so much? First off, the place is damn progressive. In fact, it is sometimes ridiculously progressive. There are as many peace flags as there are American flags. Santa Cruz is a nuclear free zone. There is only one joint in town (Starbucks) where you can buy coffee that isn’t fair trade certified. The streets are filled with bikes, pedestrians and all kind of happy non-car traffic. Half the town is vegetarian. It is great! I consider myself an outright leftness and sometimes the liberalness of this place make me chuckle indulgently.
Santa Cruz also oozes charm. Sometimes I go on walks just to look at houses. They are all so damn charming- little beach cottages brimming with flowers, stately craftmans with porch swings, and old victorians painted strange colors. Independent shops line the streets- you have no excuse to shop at chains here (although if you really need to go to Target there is one just a town over). Family owned pizza joints flourish and our independent bookstores are giving the much contested (and much vandalized) Borders a run for it’s money. There are also countless art gallerys, jazz houses, theaters and other retreats of the cultured. You get all the benefits of a small town, but none of the isolated hick-dom that plagues them.
If charm aint enough, you got beauty. Being a beach town, we have…beaches. We have SoCal style beaches with sunbathers and volleyball courts. We have friendly family beaches with ice cream stands and bonfire pits, and we have a wealth of wild isolated beaches. If the water doesn’t make you happy, we also have majestic redwood forests. In a matter of minutes you can be transported from the sunny beaches up rolling hills (largly grazing land) into the woods. I can’t even get started saying how beautiful the Santa Cruz mountains are. For urban greenery, there are plenty of parks within walking distance of almost any part of town. and even natural areas (like gulches and lakes) set right in with the houses.
And there is a lot of…civic cohesion. Everybody goes to the farmer’s markets on Wednesday. There are community events galore. When one of the street people isn’t seen for a while the papers run articles about them. Unlike some cities I’ve known, the authorities encourage the local color. Street musicians (ranging from students doing their music homework to people singing opera and fully costumed dance troupes) line the streets in a friendly and well regulated way. The cops smile and pick up any trash they might see as they walk by. When people get off the bus (which is part of an awe-inspiring transit system) they thank the bus driver.
And if you get need a break, San Francisco is an hour and a half north.
Okay, there is one bad point about Santa Cruz. No one can afford to live here. This place is as expensive to live in as New York, San Francisco and probably even Tokyo (okay, maybe not quite Tokyo). Silicon Valley millionaires would udnerstandably rather live here than San Jose, and their loads of cash have thrown the economy (especially the houseing market) out of whack in a major way. I am yet to see a house of any sort sell for less than half a million. Heck, I know parts of town where you can buy a million dollar trailer. We all make sacrifices to live here (mine, lately, has been not eating on a regular basis) but damn it is worth it!
Alright, well I am off to go find the mayor because I figure after this spiel he owes me at least five bucks for the good PR.