I woke up to the sound of church bells and volcanoes breathing in the distance. Antigua is beautiful, sure, but I’m still carrying the same weight I thought I’d leave behind. The cobblestones are slick from last night’s rain, and I keep tripping over my own expectations—thinking a new city would mean a new version of me. I ordered coffee in broken Spanish, pretending I belonged. The barista smiled, but it didn’t feel like connection—just another transaction. Maybe the hardest part of travel isn’t being lost in a new place. It’s realizing you brought yourself with you, baggage and all. #Travel #TravelTruths #SoloWanderer