For years it has been spoken of in hushed tones...  Diego, they spoke, in hushed tones, so much wealth!  Such knowledge!  An abundance of finery... Diego, a standard bearer of all that is good, all that is just, all that is... is

This, and so much more, can be found within Diego.

Yes, there are others, miscreants and scoundrels, who dare to speak ill of Diego - that it is barren, a wasteland, devoid of culture, devoid of art, devoid of the very attributes that make something worth something to someone.

Diego...  The very name conjures up magic, as if, by it's distance, it is something more than the whole of itself.

Diego...  Where is it?  Where did it come from?

Is it lost forever?  Diego.  

Where is the promised land within this thing of ours, and if there isn't one, why not?

Welcome to America. Promised Land. Land of the Free and Home of the brave.