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... as the title suggests. I wonder which places, after you finally got there, changed your mind about them - for better or worse?
Mine was Italy, both for better and for worse.
For some reason, I had long had a disinclination to visit. I thought too chaotic, too loud, too .... Italian. A work trip sent me to Pisa and Tuscany (yes, really) and Florence, and after that I weakened a bit and then I thought I should give Rome a chance and well, OK, its worth seeing
. I took a 'before the crowds' Vatican tour and was second one into the Sistine Chapel for the day! Wonderful! I was converted ... until ...
On the other hand, after breaking through my Italio-phobia I really looked forward to visiting Venice. Splurged a bit on a historic 5 star hotel. Loved the history, art and architecture, but didn't like the experience! Too crowded (yeah, I know .. who's the problem, then), everyone's rude, I got the wrong bus, dog cough everywhere, hassle, hassle, hassle. The final straw was when I got a cup of coffee on a street cafe near the Grand Canal; sat down to enjoy it, just by steps up to one of the little foot bridges over a little canal. A dog pissed on the top step and I had a cascade of steaming urine cascade down the steps right next to my table, landing next to my shoe.
Who else has been 'converted' one way or another after arrival?
Mine was Italy, both for better and for worse.
For some reason, I had long had a disinclination to visit. I thought too chaotic, too loud, too .... Italian. A work trip sent me to Pisa and Tuscany (yes, really) and Florence, and after that I weakened a bit and then I thought I should give Rome a chance and well, OK, its worth seeing

On the other hand, after breaking through my Italio-phobia I really looked forward to visiting Venice. Splurged a bit on a historic 5 star hotel. Loved the history, art and architecture, but didn't like the experience! Too crowded (yeah, I know .. who's the problem, then), everyone's rude, I got the wrong bus, dog cough everywhere, hassle, hassle, hassle. The final straw was when I got a cup of coffee on a street cafe near the Grand Canal; sat down to enjoy it, just by steps up to one of the little foot bridges over a little canal. A dog pissed on the top step and I had a cascade of steaming urine cascade down the steps right next to my table, landing next to my shoe.
Who else has been 'converted' one way or another after arrival?