Tenerife looks like a screensaver: volcanic cliffs, black sand, that endless blue. But the first thing I felt wasn’t awe—it was the weight of my own silence. I’d come here to outrun a winter that wouldn’t leave my head, thinking maybe a new island would mean a new mood. Instead, I spent my first night listening to the wind rattle my window, scrolling through photos I didn’t send to anyone. There’s a weird loneliness in paradise, like you’re failing at something everyone else finds easy. I kept waiting for the magic to kick in. It didn’t. Not right away. Maybe that’s okay. Maybe travel isn’t an escape, just a different kind of mirror. #Travel #TravelConfession #SoloTravelTruth