Vancouver is famous for its rain. It can rain here for weeks on end, but it does not usually bother me. However, several years ago, I found myself coming close to be thoroughly disgusted with the rain.I walked home from work one evening in the pouring rain, mumbling under my breath the whole way that … More Multiple shades of rain
Here comes my last day at the cidery and we celebrate at Lady Smith Christmas parade. I have felt I wanted to party for a while, impatient to make my legs dance, to make my lips shine; thus, I am getting ready like I was partying all night long in Paris. The following hours are … More Another goodbye
I leave Friday in the rain. After two slow motion weeks, I explore a bit more of my mysterious island. My compass shows me the North and my heart follows, stopping for the night at Courtenay. The little town is dressed up like Christmas, streets are celebrating and I linger in the Cornerstone Taphouse’s dim … More Untold
To my parents. To Nathalie. To Jean. To Christian. Life is like a garden… It starts with fresh grass, untouched and green. Actually, it even starts before that! It starts in the depth, it starts in darkness. It starts when your roots intertwine, when mum meets dad, when grandma meets grandpa. When all those strings … More Life is like a garden
I can finally escape those mountains that got to vicously suffocate me…. I leave in the same fog that welcame me in Yoho three days ago, only I am riding the towing truck this time. I thus land in Golden where we – my car and I – are saved from our end. It is … More Trans-Canadian: Freeze frame to fast forward
Fleeting Wor(l)ds 