Seville’s streets after rain are emptier than I expected. The storm left puddles and silence, and I wandered through both, thinking I’d find something cinematic. Instead, I felt like a ghost in someone else’s city—wet shoes, cold hands, and no one to text about it. Travel is supposed to be about discovery, but sometimes all you discover is how much you miss the familiar. I took a photo of the empty plaza, but never posted it. It felt too honest, too far from the version of myself I wanted to remember. Maybe that’s what storms really wash away: the illusion that new places can fill old gaps. #Travel #TravelLoneliness #AfterTheStorm