From the top of Monemvasia, the town of Gefyra looks like a postcard—whitewashed houses, the sea curling around the edge. I took the photo everyone takes. But standing there, wind biting my face, I realized I was just ticking off another view. I’d imagined feeling something big—gratitude, awe, maybe even peace. Instead, I was counting down the minutes until the bus back. My feet hurt. My mind was somewhere else, scrolling through old messages, thinking about work, wondering if I’d ever actually feel the way these places look in photos. I wanted to be changed by travel. Mostly, I just felt tired. The view was perfect. I wasn’t present. #Travel #TravelConfessions #ExpectationVsReality