I’m back from our most recent European summer adventure, and this is the first post I’ve written—though not the one I imagined. I’m still dealing with the fallout from what I can only describe as a Booking.com nightmare: a five-night apartment stay gone terribly wrong, with little help from the platform I’ve trusted for years. If you’ve followed this blog for a while, you’ve probably noticed I often book through Booking.com. In fact, I’ve even recommended them here. So this post feels a bit like an emotional breakup. The moment I purchase plane tickets, my next move is always the…