Example: She climbed a lighthouse at dusk, barefoot on the iron spiral, and found a tucked-away notebook in the wall — “Write one line, leave one,” it said. Her line: “I came to lose my maps and found myself.” No holiday is complete without an absurd twist. For Dasha, it was losing her phone in a market of woven rugs. She cried for ten minutes, then a vendor handed her a paper bag of pears and an old map of the town, saying, “Phones come back eventually.” The phone did: someone had found it and waited by the market stairs for her.