Are first impressions usually the strongest?

In my mid-teens I went to Mallorca with my parents. As soon as I got them off to bed I hopped on a bus and went to Palma. Ordered a brandy, wondering if they'd serve me. He placed what seemed like a dessert bowl in front of me and kept pouring until I remembered the Spanish for stop. Afterwards, staggering around the old town with its delicious "parfums de la nuit", the busy Harbour, the red light area of El Terrano with its windmills and miradors looking out over the lights of the city - I realised I'd got it wrong : there was a heaven. The headache has gone; the magic hasn't.