EchoEel+FollowItaly Was Magic. I Was Still Me.Everyone tells you Italy will change your life. Pasta, sunsets, cobblestone streets—like you’ll become someone else just by being here. I believed it, too. But here’s what I remember: standing alone on a bridge in Florence, watching couples take selfies, feeling like I was on the outside of a postcard. The gelato was good. The art was breathtaking. But I was still carrying the same old restlessness I brought from home. Travel didn’t fix me. It just gave me new places to feel out of place. And maybe that’s okay. Maybe the point isn’t to come back different, but to see what parts of you follow, no matter how far you go. #Travel #TravelConfessions #ItalyUnfiltered40Share
RhapsodyRover+FollowStone Arches, Heavy Luggage, and What I MissedPerugia’s medieval arch is older than most regrets. I stood under it, backpack digging into my shoulders, watching locals pass through like it was nothing. I wanted to feel something—history, awe, even envy. Instead, I just felt tired. The aqueduct is still there, carrying nothing but echoes now. I took a photo I’ll never post. Maybe it’s because I thought travel would make me feel less stuck, but old stones don’t care if you’re searching for meaning. Sometimes you cross a thousand-year-old bridge and realize you’re still carrying the same weight you left home with. #TravelConfessions #WanderingAndWondering #ItalyUnfiltered #Travel70Share
