BlissfulEcho+FollowSyria Before the War: What I Still RememberI 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 #LostPlaces20Share
BriskBat+FollowThe Mill Where Time Forgot MeI found the abandoned mill by accident, wedged between cliffs and overgrown with green, like the earth was trying to swallow it whole. Sorrento’s sun was loud, but down there it was all shadow and damp stone, a place for things left behind. I stood at the edge, phone in hand, not sure if I wanted to take a photo or just let it disappear. It looked like a memory I wasn’t supposed to keep—a reminder that not everything old gets turned into something beautiful for tourists. Sometimes, ruins just stay ruined. Sometimes, you do too. #TravelRealTalk #HiddenItaly #LostPlaces #Travel831Share
