Rome Was Empty. I Wasn’t Prepared.

Everyone says the Colosseum is best at sunrise, so I set my alarm for a time that barely counts as morning. At 5:45, the plaza was silent—no tour groups, no vendors, just me and the stone. I thought being alone with history would feel cinematic. Instead, it was a strange kind of loneliness, like I’d stumbled into someone else’s memory. I took the photo anyway, but it felt more like proof I’d been there than something I wanted to share. Travel is supposed to be about moments like this. But sometimes, the emptiness is louder than the crowds ever were. #Travel #SoloTravelTruth #TravelExpectationVsReality