How I found myself through Travel, actually France

There was a moment — somewhere between standing in line for a group photo and speed-walking through yet another “must-see” museum — that I realized I was done. Done with the exhausting, herded, headset-wearing style of travel. I wasn’t seeing the world; I was checking boxes.

And my imagination? Was dying! She’d packed her bags a long time ago.I'm the one who likes to linger too long at fountains, the who wants to know why that crooked little street exists, and who believes a well-aged bottle of wine holds more stories than most guidebooks.

I didn’t want facts barked at me through a megaphone. I wanted whispers of history, serendipitous discoveries, and meals that turned into memories. I wanted travel that felt like a novel — with rich characters, setting, plot twists, and maybe even some mystery.

And France? Well, France has always called to me.

I’m a lifelong Francophile. The kind who tears up at a really good Camembert, who swoons over limestone villages, and who truly believes that sitting at a café with a notebook is a noble pursuit. But I couldn’t find the kind of journey I was looking for— so I decided to create it.

Slowly, I began traveling differently. I followed my curiosity instead of a brochure. I got lost on purpose. I tasted wines I couldn’t pronounce and listened to locals tell stories no tour ever mentioned. Somewhere between the lavender fields and Lyon’s bouchons, I found myself again. Creative. Curious. Connected.

And that’s why I started all this — the blog, the tours, the stories, the show. Because I know I’m not alone.

If you’ve ever felt bored by a “bucket list” tour… if your soul craves adventure that’s a little off-script… if you dream of sipping wine in a place where no one’s rushing you — then welcome. You’re my people.

This is a space for the wanderers, the wonderers, the ones who believe travel should change you — not wear you out. Come along. Bring your appetite, your imagination, and maybe a good pair of walking shoes.

And if you need me? I’ll be at the edge of a vineyard, writing down what the wind just told me. Welcome or rather Bienvenue, thanks for visiting!

Finding myself