I was born and raised in Canada's only french-speaking province: Québec. I am proud of where I am from, proud of my culture, of my language. Obviously, I would like to improve many aspects of this province if I could, but since I do not hold that power, I simply appreciate what is great, and … Continue reading Québec’s Gem
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
In January-February 2008, I traveled across the wonderful country of Guatemala in Central America. I visited some touristic places like Antigua, Tikal and Panajachel. I saw Lake Atitlan, numerous volcanoes, including Pacaya, walked downtown Guatemala Ciudad and wandered in many outdoor markets. But most of all, I had the opportunity to spend the greatest portion … Continue reading Traveling Differently: Guatemala
I have had the chance to travel all across Italy over the last 10 years. I have visited big cities such as Rome, Florence, Naples, Venice, Pisa, Pompeii, Milan, Turin, Bologna, etc., but also countless small towns and villages where people's warmth never ceased to amaze me. I have met so many men and women … Continue reading Viva Italia!
In May 2016, I was in Austria for a little under a week, and decided to visit Bratislava, the capital of Slovakia, for a day. I arrived at Vienna’s train station that Spring morning (I cannot remember the exact date; but that detail is not relevant to this story anyway), and asked a cashier for … Continue reading Bad Day in Bratislava
In September 2017, I was in Kathmandu, Nepal. I had planned my trip there months before my departure from Canada, which is something quite unusual for me- I’m typically more of a spontaneous person who buys her plane tickets last minute. Anyway, my trip to Nepal was going well, but I was sad because I … Continue reading The Monk and I
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.
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
Bittersweet Travel Memories 