Three days of rain. I kept opening the curtains, hoping for a glimpse of the Matterhorn, but the clouds just pressed closer. Every travel photo I’d seen promised clear skies and drama. My reality was condensation and disappointment. On the last morning, I woke up before my alarm. The sky was almost blue, and there it was—sharp, impossible, right outside my window. I didn’t even take a picture at first. I just stared, half-awake, feeling like I’d earned it somehow. Travel isn’t always about chasing moments. Sometimes it’s about waiting, and letting them find you. #Travel #TravelExpectations # #MissedMoments