Porto photographs well. The light hits the tiles just right, the river glows at sunset, and every alley seems to beg for a filter. But standing there, I felt like a tourist in my own pictures—chasing a version of the city that only exists on someone else’s feed. I spent hours framing shots, but the best moments slipped by: the bakery woman’s tired smile, the ache in my feet after the sixth hill, the way loneliness crept in after dark. Porto is beautiful, but beauty isn’t the same as belonging. Sometimes, the photos are the only proof you were really there. #Travel #TravelReality #UnfilteredJourneys