In this place there are no world-class museums (like the Prado or Louvre), Rodeo-esque high streets, or even many 5-star hotels. They are unnecessary here, because the whole city is a treasure all its own.  While I wish I had the words to describe this ancient and artful town, all I really know is how it feels. It’s the kind of place that makes you WANT to pause.

Have you ever been so scared you couldn’t sleep? I certainly have. Oddly enough, what I’ve feared the most are things I’ve wanted most: things I’ve hoped, prayed, and worked hardest for. It’s the monster in my head—not the one under the bed—that is most formidable. So why is it that self-doubt and fear of failure can cripple a dream before it’s even had a chance to form?