Last summer, I took a solo trip through the countryside by train, and it completely shifted how I view travel. No tight schedules, no rushing just hours of watching rolling hills and small towns pass by. At first, the pace felt frustrating, but by the second day, I noticed things I’d usually miss: the way sunlight hit the fields in the late afternoon, conversations with locals at tiny stations, even the rhythm of the train itself. It made me realize how much I’d been missing by always trying to get somewhere quickly.
Now I’m curious has anyone else had a moment like this while traveling? Where did it happen, and how did it change your approach to trips? I’d love to hear your stories, especially if you’ve found ways to bring that same mindfulness back into everyday life.