Porto is the kind of city people call beautiful, like that’s enough. The river glows at sunset, the tiled walls catch the light, and everyone tells you to try the port wine. I did all of it. I took the photos, wandered the alleys, waited for something to shift inside me. But the truth is, I was lonely in Porto. Not in a dramatic way—just the kind that lingers after the novelty wears off. I kept thinking: if I post this view, will it feel more real? It’s easy to fall for a city’s surface. Harder to admit when the magic doesn’t fix what you brought with you. #Travel #TravelConfessions #LonelyInCrowds