12.11.25: The Broken Shoe

There’s no betrayal like a broken shoe mid-journey. I once had a sandal snap while wandering Istanbul, and the rest of the day was a hobble through cobblestones. You don’t realize how much you depend on something until it fails. People offered fixes—string, tape, even a spare shoe—but none worked. By the end, I was laughing at the absurdity. A city full of history, and my story was about a busted sandal. That’s the thing about travel. It’s never the perfect sunsets you remember. It’s the inconveniences, the small failures that turn into legends.