The Silence at Laguna de Horcones

I stood at the edge of Laguna de Horcones, wind biting through my jacket, the Andes silent except for the crunch of gravel under my boots. Everyone talks about the views—how the water mirrors Aconcagua, how the sky feels bigger here. But nobody mentions the way the quiet presses in, how it makes you notice every ache, every thought you tried to leave behind. I took photos I’ll never post. I waited for awe, but mostly I felt small and exposed, like the landscape was holding up a mirror I didn’t want to look into. Maybe that’s what these places are for: not escape, but a kind of reckoning. #Travel #TravelUnfiltered #SoloReflections