Havana Was Gorgeous. I Felt Invisible.

Havana is the kind of city that dares you to look up—peeling paint in pastel colors, music leaking from open windows, strangers offering a smile that feels like an invitation. I wanted to fall in love with it. I tried. But every night, after wandering sunburned streets and pretending to belong, I felt more like a ghost than a traveler. The city was alive; I was just passing through, unnoticed. I took photos I never posted, convinced they couldn’t capture what I was missing. Maybe beauty isn’t enough when you’re lonely. Maybe some places are too bright to hide in. #Travel #TravelLoneliness #UnfilteredJourneys