Cappadocia was beautiful, no doubt about it. But what they remembered wasn’t just the view.

It was how it felt.

It was her cold fingers finding him in the morning chill. Waking up early to chase hot air balloons. The way they both gasped at the same time when the balloons lifted off. Dusty paths under their shoes. The way their laughter echoed between ancient rocks until their cheeks hurt. Wondering how local coffee might taste after a long walk. Feeling the wind and the quiet, side by side.

A thousand miles, countless steps, but every one of them is worth it.

Because what makes a place unforgettable isn’t just the view. It’s also who you share it with.