I went to the Isle of Skye because everyone said it was magic. Rain on my glasses, mud on my boots, and a bus schedule that didnโt care if I was lost. The landscapes were wildโalmost aggressive in their beauty. I kept waiting for the awe to hit, for that cinematic travel moment. Instead, I just felt cold and small, like the island was reminding me I was just passing through. I took a photo of the cliffs, but never posted it. It looked too lonely. Maybe thatโs what Skye gives you: not transformation, just a quiet place to admit youโre not sure what youโre looking for. #Travel #TravelConfessions #NotWhatYouExpect