"One always begins to forgive a place as soon as it's left behind".
--------- Mr Meagles in 'Little Dorrit'.
Charles Dickens wrote this line when travel was still just a function of British colonialism, before Mark Twain was an 'innocent abroad', and before Jack Kerouac was 'on the road'. But it still rings true today. For better or worse, a place will always look better in retrospect, after the choking stench has left your nostrils. For better with Berlin, where the unbearable cold plagued my stay and prompted a "I'll never come back here"... for better because of the incredibly vibrant city that was hidden beneath that blanket of torturous snow. For worse... well, I'm sure we all have some of these.
