Passport stamps, ranked by how much I was fussed over

People ask me which country is my favourite. That’s a difficult question, so I answered an easier one: where did strangers stop to tell me I was beautiful the most?

1. Korea. I wore a hanbok. It was not close. Three separate people asked for photos and one of them cried.

2. Japan. Extremely polite fussing. Nobody grabbed me, everybody bowed, and a lady at a café gave me a tiny cushion. I live on that cushion now, emotionally.

3. Italy. Every nonna in Bologna wanted to feed me. I let them. Padova and Venice were also strong, but Venice has too many pigeons and they don’t respect me.

4. Canada. Home soil. Very nice, but they’ve seen a Chihuahua before, so I was treated like a citizen rather than a celebrity.

5. LA. Everyone there already has a small dog in a bag. I was one of many. I did not enjoy being one of many.

6. Greece. Gorgeous. But the cats were the main characters there, and I don’t share billing.

Next destination: unknown. I am taking suggestions in my Instagram DMs, which my human reads, so keep it clean.