Ten  years ago i was here. it looks the same. it speaks to me just like it did back then. such a beautiful place. i remember roaming the streets with this kid named christian. we met one night at a service. he wanted to kill me and the other people i was with. he hated his life and wanted to kill himself as well.  i convinced him to hangout and talk to me. he agreed and we ran up and down these streets and talked about things like if God really existed, evolution and hate in the world, his anger and rage and mine. where those crazy emotions come from, hard questions. the end result for that night was that he would spare my life and not take his. i don’t know that i changed his mind on his view of  God or not. i think it was a step in that direction. but he did say that  no one ever took the time to hear him out like i had that night. i lost contact with him but often think of him. he was a cool cat. on a side note, another thing i like about this place, this is really cool! hundreds of year before the US ever considered existing these people already did. you can feel that as you walk the streets. i can. so, “this is my special place, my favorite part, my beauty mark. i’ll save it for you” i don’t know why but this place charges me. it charges me to love to live and to create!