Not sure what it was. The friendliness of her people? That there is a lot to do there and their aspirations were more fundemental than waiting for the next Apple release? The feeling that the revolution is never a distant memory? The endless banter in the street with people you’ve never met and would never meet again? Character? The Son? Her ability to force you to rethink?
Whatever it was, I know we will all miss it. A beautiful people in a beautiful country.
And we fly into San Jose in Costa Rica and meet the friendliest immigration official I’ve ever come across.
(album to follow)