The Hike Between Towns Didn’t Fix Me

Everyone says the Cinque Terre walk is magic. Five towns, endless sea, pastel houses stacked like a dream. I did the hike alone, sweating through my shirt, pretending I was in some montage of self-discovery. But halfway between Vernazza and Corniglia, my legs started to shake—not from the climb, but from the quiet. I kept thinking the next view would change something in me. It didn’t. The sea was blue, the air was salt, and I was still carrying the same old weight. Sometimes you reach the next town and realize you’re still the same person who left the last one. #SoloTravelTruth #NotHealedByHiking #TravelConfessions #Travel