I confess that the picture I carried of you before we met bears no resemblance whatsoever to the Real You.You are so much deeper, more beautiful and more diverse than the pixelated mugshot of you I picked up at my vanilla neighbourhood travel agent.
I have loved getting to know your exquisite landscape, your regal but embattled history, your wild taste in food, and your wonderful people: poised, hardworking and immaculate by day, loud, neon and irrepressible by night.
Although we spent these full weeks together, I feel like I have only just started to get to know you. Leaving feels premature. Like a coy lover, it feels like you have lots more to reveal. We will be back, I’m sure.