Colors That Didn’t Save Me in Marrakesh

Jardin Majorelle is supposed to be a riot of color—a blue so deep it makes your phone camera panic, yellow that feels like a dare. I went because every guidebook said I had to. But standing in the shade, surrounded by tourists angling for the same shot, I realized I was just ticking boxes. The colors were loud, but I felt muted. I kept thinking: how many places have I visited just to say I’ve been? I left with a camera roll full of blue walls and cacti, but none of the photos felt like mine. Maybe that’s the real souvenir—knowing you can’t always feel what you’re supposed to, no matter how vivid the backdrop. #Travel #TravelConfessions #ExpectationsVsReality