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I like this Anglo-Saxon expression. Overseas: literally "beyond the seas, overseas". To understand: "elsewhere, abroad".
A promise of other continents and distant horizons. The more I am caught up in daily life, the more I dream ofoverseas. Always, this irresistible desire for elsewhere...
I promise, I will come back to tell you about Asia, very soon. From my last escapade, in July, I still have to tell you about my island stay in Derawan, off Borneo, in the Celebes Sea. And then to edit my underwater videos shot in Sipadan...
But since my return, at the end of July, another overseas trots in my head.
A still vague project. I was hoping to make it happen in the spring, maybe. And then, a miraculous and unexpected free time slot appeared in my September schedule, at the very end of the month. Ah, there, there... How could I resist?
So here it is: I decided to cross a new ocean, to go across the Atlantic. Destination? Montreal!
All I have to do now is read the travel guide Montreal from the Quebec publisher Ulysses. thanks to Pascalfor his advice on the subject, always wise. And to think that I still haven't found the time to dive into it... (Note that there is also a digital version to download, like the Lonely Planet.)
Anyway, for once, I don't take my diving equipment with me and I fly to the West instead of heading to the East!
A first for me. I have never set foot on the American continent before. The two times I took a transatlantic flight, I stopped just before, In the Caribbean.
In Montreal, I'm going to visit some friends, who are living there for a year. And I hope to finally meet, "in real life", my colleague Marie-Julie Gagnon.
No bubbles in the forecast, therefore, for this Canadian week. But new discoveries, a change of scenery of another kind. An American and urban trip in French-speaking countries, which promises to be fascinating.
How I love to feel that little trepidation inside, that excitement that is reborn with each new travel project. It's more than impatience. An irrepressible desire to go and see elsewhere... overseas.