I got off at the wrong station in southern France. No dramatic reason—just missed the sign, the kind of mistake you only realize when the doors close behind you. I thought about waiting for the next train, but the platform felt too still, so I started walking. The path was overgrown, the sun too hot, and my backpack dug into my shoulder. I kept thinking, this is what screwing up looks like. But then the road curved and there was this view—vineyards, a dog barking somewhere, the kind of quiet that feels earned. I never posted the photo I took. Sometimes the best part of travel is the part you don’t plan, and the story you don’t tell until much later. #Travel #TravelMistakes #SoloTravelTruth