For me it has to be India it conflicted me in so many ways. I fell in love with the people, lost count of the number of people who I met that insisted I 'must come home' and would not allow me to decline an invite to their house. They made me feel so welcome and after 13 visits I have some amazing Indian friends.
The sense of family and the friendships they cherish, the way they celebrate birthdays and make it such a special day. Their tolerance and appreciation of different religions and their ability to celebrate all religious festivals.
Loved the spirit of the street kids, their positivity, sales skills and ability to communicate and build an emotional connection with limited English. Their work ethic, out selling mangoes, books or dusters from 9am until 10pm. I wanted to bottle their enthusiasm and inject it into the guys in the office.
The atmosphere when they won a cricket match, they city came to a standstill, it was crazy and celebrations went on all night.
Then there were the things I didn't love so much ....
Independence Day parade with 'mother india's' weapons on parade. Was shocked and aghast at the huge bombs and rockets being paraded in front of me.
The intolerance for those living in slums from the Indians I worked with, I was so shocked by their attitude to the poor. Very much felt it was their fault and a life style choice, no empathy for their situation not even the kids living in poverty.
Their ability to adhere to what I felt were pointless rules - no one challenged them ever! They just stuck to the process and rarely became frustrated.
In Mumbai I was so frustrated by the fact they openly littered, throwing rubbish out of car windows or on the street, their inability to see that one person could make a difference by using a bin!
Finally the lack of senior women in the work place. There are so many amazing women I've worked with who just don't get the same opportunities as men. Drives me wild but also makes me more determined to ensure within my department that we have equal opportunities!