I dragged myself up the stone steps to San Juan de Gaztelugatxe, sweating through my shirt, lungs burning. Every travel blog promised the view would be worth it. But standing at the top, staring at the sea, I realized I didn’t feel awe. I felt empty. Maybe it’s not about the view. Maybe it’s about the climb—how tired you are, who you wish was waiting at the top, what you hoped you’d feel. I took a photo, then deleted it. Some places are beautiful. That doesn’t mean you’ll feel it. Sometimes, you just want to go home. #Travel #TravelConfessions #ExpectationVsReality