I wandered Monsanto’s stone alleys at dusk, expecting to feel something—wonder, awe, maybe even belonging. Instead, it was just me and the echo of my own footsteps. The village was empty, the kind of empty that makes you check your phone for signal, just in case. I thought I wanted solitude. Turns out, silence can be heavier than crowds. I sat on a cold boulder, watching the last light slip behind granite houses, and realized I was chasing a feeling that wasn’t here. Sometimes, you travel all this way and find nothing but yourself, unchanged, waiting for a story that doesn’t arrive. #Travel #SoloTravelTruth #EmptyPlaces