You can say whatever you want about Vallejo but this is one of the most peaceful places you can be on a Sunday afternoon, or literally anytime. Of course it does depend a lot on where you live in the city, but my neighborhood is quiet, very quiet and I love it. This morning I awoke to the sound of nothing. I laid back and listened to the sound of the ferry horn. At night when it’s warm and I don’t have the television or music in the background, I can hear crickets. The last time I could hear crickets (and see them, yuck) was when I lived in Georgia. Luckily they keep themselves fairly well hidden here.

I also love the fact that on a clear night I can look up and see the stars. I never experienced this all my years in California until I decided to go camping. Maybe there isn’t a whole lot going on up here, but sometimes that can be a good thing.