This pic was taken seconds before I literally started crying cause I had no idea how I was going to climb down the mountain. 😥 Going up I was pushing myself, finding a clear path, and navigating one step at a time over giant rocks. I was proud of myself for making it to the top. But as soon as I stopped, the fear creeped in, I freaked out for a moment and doubted myself. Kinda resembles life doesn’t it? Happy to report I made it down safely with hubby’s help (and not without sliding a few times). 🥾 Travel always opens up my eyes to new things, pushes me in different ways, and sometimes even reveals fears I didn’t know were there. Has a travel experience ever done this for you? Would love to hear about it.👇🏽