Santa Cruz welcomes you unlike any other city. Haven’t even been in Santa Cruz 24 hours yet and have already seen plenty: a tall teenager walking barefoot downtown at night (yes, it is February), a guy strumming a ukulele as he strolled downtown with a friend, a groovy old man wearing socks and flip flops, an old bearded hippy carrying a bright yellow Forever 21 bag, and some guy offered me a bag of pot for my jacket. ‘Twas a really nice jacket.
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