The Coffee Was Perfect. I Wasn’t

I sat on a stone wall above Lake Como, espresso cooling in my hand. The water looked unreal—like a screensaver, not a place people actually live. I’d spent months dreaming of this exact moment: sunlight, caffeine, the kind of view that makes your phone camera tremble. But the truth? I felt hollow. I watched couples laugh, locals argue, boats drift by, and wondered why the beauty didn’t fill me up. I wanted to be changed by this place, but I was just...me, with a better backdrop. Nobody tells you that sometimes, travel just magnifies what you bring with you. Even the perfect espresso can’t fix that. #Travel #TravelConfessions #SoloTravelTruth