I was twenty and stupidly sure the world would always be open. Damascus was loud, messy, and so alive it made my own city feel like a museum. I still remember the old man selling tea in the souk, his hands shaking as he poured, the call to prayer echoing over tangled wires and satellite dishes. We thought we had time. We thought places would wait for us. I never posted the photos because they felt too ordinary then—just another market, another sunset. Now I look at them and realize how little I understood about what can disappear. Sometimes I wonder if I’d remember it differently if I’d known what was coming. #Travel #TravelRegret #LostPlaces