It was clear there was going to be tough competition and it just doesn't seem fair.
After five glorious days in Rio de Janeiro, the title of 'my favourite city in the world (outside of Australia) was no longer clear cut. Long-standing leader Barcelona was facing some tough competition.
Yes there's beautiful beaches that rival the best in the world, Portugese architecture, warm sunny days, art, culture, gardens and nationsl parks on its doorstep but it's something else.
Perhaps it was the music that did it for me. My delightful Carioca friend Lulu shared her passion for music with me on a 'slow music walking tour' in the centre of town. It was difficult not to embrace this city after discovering hidden laneways and musicians playing the most wonderful Latin Jazz (including an incredible guy who played the trumpet & drums at the same time!) and then wandering around the corner to hear Samba music.
There's an energy and vibe that can't be described in words - it's a feeling. I will remember Rio in the words of my friend as I got into the taxi to leave this morning "I am with you from my heart".
It seems so unfair that one city can have it all.