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
Parading in a World Made of Clay
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