I had the chance to recently visit the Island of Djerba, right before summer (i.e. the touristic season), and I discovered a place filled with kind, welcoming people, architectural gems, breathtaking scenery, and delicious food (they have the best harissa in the world!). Djerba is one of Tunisia's 11 islands, and is the biggest, most … Continue reading Djerba: A Treasure Island
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A Weekend in Cap Negro
Last July, about a dozen of friends, my significant other and I went on a small weekend getaway in Cap Negro, a tiny, quasi-uninhabited town in the North of Tunisia. All I can say is that the two days that we spent there were magical and memorable. Here's how it all went down: Cap Negro … Continue reading A Weekend in Cap Negro
Tourism in Senegal
Senegal is a West-African country that holds a dear place in my heart. I had the chance to work on a bio-agriculture project aiming to empower women's entrepreneurship in bush villages there, back in 2016. I lived in the wonderful village of N'Dinguiraye for three months and once my mandate was done, I took the … Continue reading Tourism in Senegal
Tunisia = Door Heaven
Fact: I have this thing with doors. Well not all doors, not the common ordinary ones, but the detailed ones, the ones that look like small pieces of fine art. The ones that make a statement, that are high and beautiful and, somehow, proud. I love admiring the millions of little details, and thinking about … Continue reading Tunisia = Door Heaven
He. Just. Sewed. Me.
Senegal, July 2016. Some time in the morning. On that midsummer day, the heat was unbearable, as usual, close to 50 Celsius degrees. I cannot remember the exact date, but this day was different than my usual ones. I, along with four of my colleagues from Québec (B, C, L and LA), was going to … Continue reading He. Just. Sewed. Me.
Last Day in the Village
13 August 2016 , Around 6:00 am It is early in the morning, and I am lying in bed or, I should say, on the pieces of wood awkwardly nailed together that have become my uncomfortable, yet deeply cherished bed. The songs and prayers from the mosque have woken me up, the roosters are screaming, and I … Continue reading Last Day in the Village





