Pacific Grove, CA. (I used to live there.) It's called "The last home town
in the United States." Oh, it's cute. Everybody paints their small house
bright colors. One artist painter actually painted his house Amesthyst! The
Pacific is a special shade of blue there and the flowers are unlike any
I've ever seen. The weather is p-perfect. The people are all friendly having
never had the problems that you read about
in the papers. They all seem
to be wealthy, arty, and happy. They took the best of the Hippies and
landed in Pacific Grove. We lived right up the street from the Monterey,
We lived there for less than a year and everything was hunky dorry except
OUR HOUSE STUNK REALLY BAD. I gagged. There is a lot of water collected under
the soil, through the ages it's made the soil wet and nothing smells worse.
"It was the best of time and it was the worst of time."
Ok... so that place didn't pass.
Where would I live? Hearst Castle. I'd make money by having my employees give tours. I'd live
in a hidden area on the grounds so as to avoid publicity.
The weather there .... AHHHHHHHHHHH! Such beauty.