It's so very quiet
In my experience the number one thing that I hear people say after crossing the border from Tijuana into San Diego, "It's so clean!", to which I answer, "Money will do that!".
Number two, especially when they come to visit me: "It's so quiet!".
Living in Tijuana meant there was a lot of background noise most of the time, so that you kind of develop this filter, and unless it's really loud or almost standing next to you, you might not notice. When I first moved over to San Diego, after marrying native San Diegan Mr. L, I was surprised at how much a dog barking in the house next door bothered him. It has taken a long time but now I've become almost as sensitive to noise as he has, at least here at home. When I go and visit my mom and dad I can turn on the filter again, so that all the honking, dog barking and rooster crowing sort of becomes white noise.
My cousin is visiting L.A. with her whole family, and I think the quietness of it all, combined with the lack of pedestrians, is kind of freaking them out.
Number two, especially when they come to visit me: "It's so quiet!".
Living in Tijuana meant there was a lot of background noise most of the time, so that you kind of develop this filter, and unless it's really loud or almost standing next to you, you might not notice. When I first moved over to San Diego, after marrying native San Diegan Mr. L, I was surprised at how much a dog barking in the house next door bothered him. It has taken a long time but now I've become almost as sensitive to noise as he has, at least here at home. When I go and visit my mom and dad I can turn on the filter again, so that all the honking, dog barking and rooster crowing sort of becomes white noise.
My cousin is visiting L.A. with her whole family, and I think the quietness of it all, combined with the lack of pedestrians, is kind of freaking them out.

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For me living in where people are so quiet that they can hear and be hyper aware of what their neighbors might be doing kind of bothers me. I'm now privy to the intimate details of my neighbor's feud with his ex-wife, as he goes out to his backyard every night and goes on long winded tirades that everyone around can hear.
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Than one day, in the middle of the lesson, something was weird. Really weird. We all noticed it, but nobody could place it, until after half a minute of the entire class plus teacher looking around curiously, someone said: "They've stopped working outside."
And that was it, but we couldn't concentrate at all until the noise was back.
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Well, I was saying how I was picturing your class, all brains searching, searching for a REASON, and that sense of things not being right.
Sometimes when we travel to places where constantly honking your horn for safety reasons is the thing to do, then come back home, it takes me a while to get used to it.