My travels make me a better person. Because they help me to get a better sense of who I am and to focus on the real issues in my life. Also because they contribute to the moulding of my personnality, to that imcomparable way I look at life. Because they change me, deeply.

“ We all live under the same skies, that’s one thing we have won ” a friend once said to me. My own sky is made of all those encounters, all of those happy accidents.

Between my travels and my life in Montreal (which can sometimes be excessive but always passionate ), I get to meet unforgettable people in the most spectacular places.

I often think about them and I sometimes get the chance to catch up with some of them, in a corner or an other of our beautiful planet.

In Brazil, it is my friend Paolino that introduced me to all his brazilian friends who, in turn, soon became mine . It is him ( and his protective instinct ) that made me discover his country and ultimately, made me love it more than if I had just visited it as a simple tourist. It is Paolino, his mother, his cousin, his friends and his girlfriend Amanda, that comes to mind when I think about the Joao Pessoa beaches and sun.

In Ecuador, there was Paola, charming and as scatterbrained as me. Pao and her friends that did not speak English but with whom I had the most fabulous conversations. Pao and some missed meetings, improvised hotels and laughters that covered Quito’s nightclubs music.

In Colombia, work became pure fun when I met David, this guide who soon became a friend and who also happened to speak a French almost better than mine ! Breathless, as we were when we climbeb all the way to the top of Bogota, we both saw the city like no other journalists had seen it before, often like children.

I met up with Mexico city and old friends : Samantha, Louis, Mauricio and Soraya. Together, we re-thought the world time and time again between pyramids, churches and some tequila shots…

Every time I go back to London, I feel my heart tightening when I see my old friend John or my dear Peter. It seems that England could not exist without them, that even the english rain looks happy at their side.

In Germany, most recently, Christian and me transformed what used to be a simple acquaintance in a beautiful friendship. Christian who wanted to show me everything of his city which I strangely already knew. At a table on the busiest outdoor terrace of this german city, England, Chech Republic, Brazil, South Africa and Canada never appeared to be this close.

I often think about all those people than changed my life, my journeys.

And then, suddenly, the Earth seems to be a whole lot smaller :