The call to prayer echoed across the medina as the sun dropped behind the Atlas Mountains. I'd chased this exact moment for months—planned the timing, researched the best rooftop café, even practiced my sunset photos. But sitting there with mint tea going cold in my hands, watching other travelers pose against the orange sky, I felt more disconnected than ever. The chaos below seemed to mock my careful itinerary. Vendors still called out in three languages. Mopeds still wove through narrow alleys. I realized I'd been traveling to escape feeling lost at home, only to discover that beautiful places don't fix internal navigation. Sometimes the most stunning backdrop just makes the emptiness more obvious. Marrakesh delivered everything I'd imagined. I just wasn't who I thought I'd be when I got there. #Travel #TravelTruth #SoloTravelReality