There’s a valley in Sorrento where the world splits open—old mills swallowed by green, hidden in plain sight. I almost missed it, distracted by honking cars and the rush to get somewhere else. It’s right there, this gash in the earth, ancient stone tangled with vines, the kind of place you’d expect to find only if you were lost. But it’s not lost. It’s just ignored. I stood on the bridge, traffic behind me, and wondered how many places like this I’ve sped past—how much I’ve missed, looking for the next big thing. Sometimes the most haunting places are the ones you barely notice. #Travel #HiddenItaly #TravelPause