The Glacier Was Silent. I Wasn’t

Lame Man Glacier, Cerro Tolosa. The guide said it would be quiet, but I didn’t expect the kind of silence that presses on your chest. I’d come to Mendoza thinking I’d outrun the noise in my head. Instead, every crunch of ice under my boots just made it louder. There’s a photo on my phone: me, squinting at the horizon, glacier behind me. I never posted it. It looks like I’m at peace, but I remember how my hands shook from cold and something else I couldn’t name. Sometimes travel isn’t about finding yourself. Sometimes it’s just about admitting you’re lost, even with a map in your pocket. #TravelConfessions #SoloTravelTruth #NotAllWanderlust #Travel