Albania's hills gave me a travel lesson the cities never did
I just got back from Albania and skipped all the usual city stops. I ended up in a quiet hill village where life moves slow and people actually talk to you. Does anyone else find that real travel happens off the main map?
That backstreet wedding thing hits home. I got lost in Marrakech once and ended up sharing tea with a local family, learned more in an hour than any guidebook taught me. How do you even stumble into those moments without trying?