Plaza de España looked exactly like every Instagram photo I'd saved. The semicircular colonnade, the hand-painted tiles, the little boats floating in the moat. I spent two hours there. Took 47 photos of myself on those steps everyone poses on. Adjusted my outfit three times. Waited for other tourists to move. But here's what the photos don't show: I felt nothing. Not awe. Not wonder. Just the pressure to prove I was having the time of my life in this undeniably beautiful place. The tiles were stunning. The architecture was flawless. I was performing happiness for an audience of strangers who would double-tap and scroll past. Sometimes the most Instagram-perfect places reveal how disconnected you've become from actually experiencing anything. 📸 #Travel #PostTripReality #SoloTravelTruth