As my trip winds into its final stretch, I’ve been noticing the little things that make each day feel special — the quiet moments that don’t show up in photos, but somehow capture the heart of travel more than anything else. The longer I’ve been on the road, the more I’ve realized that my favorite moments aren’t the “big” ones. They’re the small, everyday things — the quiet joys that would be easy to overlook if I weren’t paying attention. Lately, it’s been things like stoppi

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