The View Was Perfect. I Wasn’t Present.

Everyone posts the cathedral at sunset. I did too—phone in one hand, glass of red in the other, pretending I was soaking it all in. Truth: I was counting down hours, not savoring them. My mind was already at the airport, scrolling through photos I’d never show anyone, wondering if I’d done Spain right, if I’d done myself right. The city glowed. I felt like a background extra in my own trip. The wine tasted like something I’d forget by morning. I kept waiting for a feeling that never landed. Maybe that’s what travel is sometimes: beautiful, but not enough to fill the quiet. #SoloTravelTruth #PostTripReality #TravelConfessions #Travel