I Was Lost in the Pyrenees—And Not in a Good Way

I thought hiking alone in the Spanish Pyrenees would clear my head. Instead, I spent hours tracing the same muddy path, phone battery dying, GPS flickering between hope and nothing. The mountains were silent, except for the crunch of my boots and the low panic humming in my chest. I kept thinking: this was supposed to be beautiful. But all I could feel was how far I was from anyone who’d notice if I didn’t come back. I snapped a photo of the valley—never posted it. It looked peaceful. I didn’t. Sometimes, travel isn’t about finding yourself. Sometimes, it’s just you, lost, realizing how much you want to be found. #Travel #SoloTravelTruth #LostAndFound