Absolutely, once I was chasing a sunrise over the ruins of an abandoned lighthouse on the coast of Sicily, and the tour guide kept tripping over the sea rocks—so I ditched the itinerary. I wandered down a narrow, cobblestone alley that led to a hidden cove. The waves crashed against basalt, and there was this little café that had never been on any map. The owner, a retired sea captain, shared tales of ships that vanished and a treasure chest he swore was never found. I didn’t have a guide, I had a story that felt like a secret handshake with the island itself. That’s the thrill—sometimes the detour is the destination.