My roots, I find them also in all those who inspire me every day. And among them, there are the travel bloggers. This funny and big dysfunctional family, those distant cousins that I almost never see or once a year. We do not really know each other, we know each other by heart, we have never seen each other but we speak online every day. We have problems sometimes, we fight, we hate each other, we adore each other, we are the best friends in the world. As I grazed the burnout trip a month ago, they help me every day and support me.
I’ve thought a lot about these last few weeks, you can imagine. And it’s with travel bloggers, travelers, those people who inspire me every day and that I know or not that I found a strength, a desire to move forward, to surpass myself, a desire to to write and to embark on new projects of travel and work. It was by walking every day, thinking about what I really liked to do and listening to Allô La Planète that I knew where I wanted to go. It was by talking on the phone and emails to these bloggers and travelers that I found the smile and the inspiration. I even had the click for a book thanks to one of them. It’s by going to the Travel Bloggers Lounge, as every year, that I had all these new travel desires, that I found my desire to chew the world. The last evening of this show, we were more than fifty bloggers to chat and eat merrily at Les Voyageurs restaurant in Saint-Malo. I looked at these tables, I looked at all these people, I saw their projects, their passion, their smiles, their ambitions, their inspiration and I smiled too. I belong to this great family , I feel wonderful and I found inspiration and one of my small roots.