There’s a specific kind of magic that happens when you stop trying to "see it all" and just let a destination pull you in.

I learned this the hard way years ago, running myself ragged trying to cross every top-rated monument off my list. I had the photos, but by day four, the days blurred into a haze of tour buses and gift shops. The turning point came late one afternoon when I finally quit fighting the crowds, ducked down a quiet alleyway, and sat down at a small family-owned spot. Over a beer  and a long conversation with the owner about the different Spanish dialects, it hit me: I wasn't going to remember the long line at the ticket booth. I was going to remember this.