You mentioning the 'quiet soul' of a place made me realize how much we let peak season chaos dictate our travel narratives. It's like we've collectively agreed to ignore the genuine character of locations in favor of Instagrammable crowds. Finding those off-season gems feels like reclaiming a bit of truth from the tourism machinery.

I mean, "thanks, geology" is too real. I still giggle like a teenager when it comes up in conversation, idk maybe it's just me but that word is forever ruined.