Before Venezuela dissolved into complete chaos, Merida struck me as a city where I'd like to live one day. You might think that it was the beautiful women and vibrant nightlife, but what actually seduced me was that, in a strange way, it reminded me of my hometown.
Although I was raised 6,500 km away, in a country and culture vastly different from that of Venezuela's, arriving in this city cradled by mountains gave me an incredible sense of nostalgia for where I grew up. Only this time, it was the Andes mountain range instead of the Coast and Cascade Mountain Ranges.
But enough about me.
Let's talk about the city.