Mingling in Baku has been one of the hardest things, and not just because I’m usually the tallest person when entering a room. I am obviously a Westerner, a woman alone finding a bit too much joy in her meals
Day 15: Today I Woke Up in Baku, Azerbaijan…
… and it feels like my backpacking trip’s purpose is ultimately coming into focus. All the floating ideas of purpose and achievement in regards to this adventure are getting narrowed down and filtered into intentions. Roaming the world free can
Day 9: Today I Woke Up in Tbilisi, Georgia
The reason why Heliochromy could never be a travel blog – although in its own way it is – is because this is not about the places I go to, but rather the feelings that are stirred before, while and
Day 7: Spilling Yerevan’s Seeds, As Seen and Experienced in 4 days
As I’m wrapping up my visit to Yerevan, Armenia, there’s is a couple of things that I am taking with me. First would be the people’s love for pomegranates; it’s the first thing I noticed in their art since in
Day 3: Today I Woke Up in Yerevan, Armenia…
…and it wasn’t without adventure. Taxi drivers all over the world offer a bottomless supply of interesting stories. Here’s last night’s. My taxi driver was an old guy, and I specifically chose him because hiring a taxi at 2am in
Day 2: Today I Woke Up in Doha, Qatar
To be fair, I woke up plenty of times today. Good ol’ jet lag can be pretty mean. Traveling over 9k miles to the other side of the world can have this effect even to the mightiest of travelers. (The
Learning Curve
Travel planning is a pain. There, I said it. About a year ago my chaotic past gave birth to a major airline buddy pass, and although I wasn’t going anywhere soon – or so I thought – I accepted. A
Two Sides in Every Travel Plan
There are -at least- two Linas living in one body, and this becomes most apparent when it comes to traveling. I’ve been paying attention to these two versions of myself, trying to make sense of them and find a middle
Another Dandelion Summer Fluff
Those dandelions fluffs that float in the air every Summer, my mom used to call them thieves. When I’d ask why she’d explain that they can go anywhere they want, and no one can really catch them. My mind is
Goodbye, and Hello
Having spent the past decade of my life in Boulder, saying goodbye was easier than I thought. For many years I’ve had the feeling that I’ve been living in a fishbowl- I guess growing up in the chaotic ocean of