Stalheim is the kind of place that makes you want to believe in postcards. Last summer, I pulled over, stepped out, and the valley just opened up—green, impossible, and silent except for the wind. Everyone else took photos. I just stood there, weirdly numb, like I was watching someone else’s highlight reel. I thought I’d feel something big. Instead, I kept thinking about how far I’d driven, how much I wanted the moment to mean something. Maybe that’s the thing about chasing landscapes: sometimes you arrive, and the only thing waiting is yourself. #Travel #TravelConfessions #PostcardMoments