I love New York.
I expected it to be a combination of my favourite cities -- the never-go-to-sleep attitude of Barcelona, the never-say-die vibe of Hong Kong, the culture-vulture scene of London, the everything-available-at-a-price market place of Bangkok -- and it was.
But something was missing -- I don’t know what -- and the city just didn’t reach out and grab me. Or perhaps I was hobbling too slowly and wasn't able to get into the pace of the place.
I will still tell people that I love New York. But I must admit that I expected to love it more.
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