Smoke Cove

I finally land to the Northern of my life I have ever been. Exhausted. It is a beautiful but cold day that looks like a sunny winter in Toulouse, like an Irish spring and I’m now two hours behind France. I cross desert fields, lined with Reykjanes Peninsula asleep or not volcanoes, leading me from … More Smoke Cove

Flying two winds

Everything looks like a beginning today. First day of August. New Moon. Lughnasa’s Celtic bonfires. Irish time for truce, Irish time for love…It is truly time to go now. New unknown is coming for me now, with a nice remember of my past travels: last September, as I was leaving Canada after my jeopardized new … More Flying two winds

Celtic Twilight

After four hanging days, two more hours of wait at the mechanic including fifteen improvised poetic minutes and our ABS light unwilling to turn off, the car is finally healed. I leave at midnight GTM +2 towards Cherbourg for the shortest road trip ever… There will be no trip, only the road! … More Celtic Twilight

Two weeks with Kay

Kay was the middle child of a ten children – including three pairs of twins – Irish family. Kay studied psychology and nursing in England. Kay spent most of her life out of Ireland because she traveled a lot across oceans, but mostly because she settled over seas. Kay left Dubai a year ago, she … More Two weeks with Kay

Tir fo Thuinn

I’m driven across County Clare winding roads and enjoy my Irish cliché: green fields parted with small stony and old walls. And sometimes, grazing sheep within. And sometimes, a ruin of a wall, a castle or a tower within; only remembrance left of a hidden past. A few forgotten ghosts might probably still wander trapped … More Tir fo Thuinn

How are you doing?

If an Irish shall cross your path one day, either because he got lost to go to the US, or because like me, Ireland called you through winds and rain, there is a couple of things that you need to know… First, I hope you are firmly sitting down because it will probably strike you … More How are you doing?

Justine. f.n (1989; from latin “justinus”)

First Name. From the old name Justina, coming from latin justus ou justinus, meaning “fair” or “reasonable”. In 2019, by an Irish month, I posted my first fleeting thoughts. I took care of my old travels and I chronicled my personal and international journey named CHRYSALIS, as a wish sent to the Universe. I hoped for my inner … More Justine. f.n (1989; from latin “justinus”)