We strolled down the steep alleyways cascading with off-white awnings, tables, and chairs and followed the sound of music that echoed throughout Praça Gil Eanes. The sweet scent of expensive perfumes mixed so well with the sea salted air around us- Lagos is a sea of exotic people and full of energy.

Moments like that are going to be moments I’ll never forget. When we didn’t get it just right. And I know the next three hundred and some odd days will be full of them.