These are not travel tips. They are footprints. Moments that asked to be written down
before they disappeared.
The Mountain That Waited
I climbed without tracking my steps. No smart-watch, no app, no numbers to win.
The mountain did not care about my pace. It simply waited.
Halfway up, I realized the only thing rushing me was a life lived in notifications.
At the top, there was no signal. Only clouds.
I have never felt more connected.
Where Phones Sleep
Today I left my phone at home. It felt wrong, like walking without shoes.
For the first ten minutes, my hand kept reaching for a device that was not there.
After twenty minutes, I started hearing birds I had never noticed in this street.
After thirty, I forgot I ever wanted to be reachable.
When I came back, my phone was exactly where I left it. Nothing important had happened.
Except inside my head.
Adopted by a Forest
You don't enter a forest. You ask to be let in.
Today the trees said yes. The wind slowed down, and a lone ray of sunlight found my face.
I stood still long enough for my thoughts to sit down beside me.
For a moment, I felt less like a visitor and more like a younger brother being watched over
by older, wiser relatives.