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Young children are often asked the question, “What do you want to be when you grow up?”

They often echo their parents’ professions, or perhaps something revolving around their interests. Maybe they want to be a superhero, a veterinarian, an accountant? And, for most of my childhood, my response was “a writer.”

Somewhere in high school, that answer changed. Of course, I still loved writing: my profession is rooted in it. But I stumbled across a much more worthwhile goal. I no longer wanted to limit my identity to a profession or an income bracket – I wanted to immerse it into a feeling. I wanted my goal to encapsulate everything that I could ever dream of, everything that I strived to define myself as, and everything that I struggled day to day to achieve.

What did I want to be when I grow up?


For me, happiness was rooted in adventure and exploration, the sensation of getting lost in a far away land surrounded by the scent of marigold and jasmine. Where intentions were lost in translation, where language barriers were something to welcome and accommodate. I wanted to explore the world and see all of its people. I wanted to feel what they felt and to understand what makes their lives so full of meaning and happiness. What is it that makes them tick?

I started travelling when I was 6 years-old, and haven’t stopped since.

While I’ll still be taking those flights across the world, I felt that it was time to explore this continent that my family immigrated to: the Americas. I know the streets of Paris like the back of my hand, but I’ve never even seen Quebec City, or fully explored Montreal, which are but a few hours away. It’s time to change that.

Welcome to Journey with a Jetta, where I’ll be taking my little 2012 VW across these continents.

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  1. Hola! I’ve been reading your website for a while now and finally got the bravery to go ahead and give you a shout out from Porter Texas! Just wanted to tell you keep up the fantastic job!


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