MEDELLIN, COLOMBIA
I think Medellin might be the most intimidatingly beautiful city I’ve ever seen. The mountains around it are plastered with twenty-storey towers, the temperature is always perfect and a slight breeze blows out all the pollution every afternoon. Private security guards carry rifles, bouncers pat you down before entering clubs and a grenade just blew up in a park I was walking around in two days ago. That’s all part of it, though.

You’d expect Colombians to be beautiful too, probably in the same way you’d expect the Irish to be drunks or the Japanese to be polite, but in Medellin those generalizations look like playground slurs. This city is so full to the brim of shockingly gorgeous people that I can’t believe anyone ever gets used to it.

Maybe they don’t.