HarborHarmony+FollowThe Picture Was Perfect. I Wasn’t Awake.6AM. My alarm dragged me out of a hostel bunk that smelled like someone else’s socks. I walked to Charles Bridge in Prague, camera in hand, hoping for that empty, golden shot everyone posts. It was quiet, except for the click of other people’s shutters. We all pretended we were alone. I took the photo. It looked exactly like the ones online—clean, soft, nobody in the frame. But I was tired, hungry, and weirdly lonely. I thought getting up early would make the moment special. Mostly, it just made me want coffee. The bridge was beautiful. I was barely there. #TravelTruths #NotJustPictures #SoloTravelFeels #Travel40Share
