It is situated in the middle of nowhere somewhere in California... more specifically on the outskirts of Yosemite Natural Park: Sonora. Its 2000 habitants run amazing antique, candy and yarn shops. The elder community is clearly also involved in some form of peace activism, or rather, I saw some old fellows standing near the road using massive banners to suggest to passer-bys that war was definitley not the answer to anything. They had such an accomplished look on their faces when they packed up at the end of the day. Even peace activism makes me all soft on the inside in a town like this! I don't even feel disturbed at the vast ammounts/types of churches invading this town. I'm sure there are quite some interesting readings taking place at the local "Catholic Science Library". I'd obviously forgotten I was in the rural America till I found this:
I was marginally terrified of getting my picture taken on that bench, but I don't think anyone followed up back to the hotel. I'm thinking of taking it a step further and popping into the center to pick up some flyers. They must have flyers. If they do I need them.
Aside from that, people here seem waaaay more approachable than anyone in the big city. They knit, like cat stickers and sell edible crickets. I'M IN LOVE. Although my parents are certain I wouldn't survive here longer than a month, and that it's just me trying to be de-urbanized. Probably the case - but still.
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