Travel diaries – Page 4 – Fleeting Wor(l)ds

Midwater limbos

31 March 2020

I used to feel the same when I came home, as clueless as Blanche. I especially remember my departure for my first summer in the US: as I was locking my apartment’s door, cheerful and impatient of my destination, I already foresaw this happy action would be my grave when I would come back. But not today, because today I won’t go through the same doorway that watched me going. And today, I know why I am coming home. I am not totally sure to know why I left but I know why I come back. I am fearless. … More Midwater limbos

Last Day(s): Bye Bye Birdie

30 March 2020

Today I am going. Today, I am flying home even if my home doesn’t have a roof nor walls anymore, even if the whole Planet is my home now. I may still write I am going home because I go back to my roots. … More Last Day(s): Bye Bye Birdie

New York New York

30 March 2020

I get to NYC full of assumptions and bad feelings. This big apple is very not appealing for me. Stopping by last Saturday didn’t give me a good taste and I struggled so much to find a decent place to crush at – apparently, only couchsurfing hosts available in NYC are horny male who expects … More New York New York

Make it happen!

28 March 2020

When I knocked at Marc & Stephanie’s tiny city house door up to three or four little steps, I was welcome by Lola’s angry barks, by Marc’s shaggy face and by Stephanie’s invisible voice. As for me, I entered with my giant backpack which always makes me feel like an intruder. You can call it … More Make it happen!

It's always sunny in Philadelphia

23 March 2020

I reach Philadelphia that, in some ways, feels more like a town than a city, compared to other big American places. The bus trip offers me a long and deserved nap, a lay over in New-York that doesn’t make me want to come back and a beautiful sunset in New Jersey. I thus arrive Saturday … More It's always sunny in Philadelphia

Freedom, I write your name…

21 March 2020

I board on the train and I instantly fall asleep as I go further East. My night is going along Great Lakes reflected in the dark and the dawn. Thus, I awake in Lake Erie’s blue, it is incredibly quick but awfully beautiful in the morning light. Lake Ontario is further, unreachable; then I start … More Freedom, I write your name…

Freezing wind throughout skyscrapers

19 March 2020

I arise like a multi-shells turtle from Union Station and briefly glance at Chicago skyscrapers hanging above the river, curved on Lake Michigan shores. The sky is grey, but it isn’t cold… Or have I become cold proof? Despite February coming, the river lazily runs without a freeze, sidewalks don’t remember any snow. I meet … More Freezing wind throughout skyscrapers

The girl on the train

18 March 2020

Here is starting my steamy adventure towards East. I go back to basics: backpack and free spirit. No strings attached. Only my sheep and I. Resurrected. Happy. New. I choose endless American rail roads, like a beautiful epic dream… Even if I am going reversed, riding trains is a way to win the West, is … More The girl on the train

All roads lead to Denver

9 March 2020

I need to clean my beloved car from all our adventures together in order to get us both ready for farewells. Then, I reached the city I had to bypass this morning. I end my road trips here, transformed and shiny. Sparkling with joy. Ready to give new ways to my adventures. After having flirted … More All roads lead to Denver

Blended Colors

4 March 2020

As I am leaving the Grand Canyon, I challenge the night in a blind and known scenery. Indian cabins are invisible on the road, absent dream catchers stalls flying in summer wind, American road trip folklore. And my early sleep dances with my fatigue, hung and blown with the stars. My next morning is therefore … More Blended Colors