S e feel so badly at home, those who n have in mind that the idea to leave as soon as a weekend day off or a holiday looming on the horizon? It urges me to go to Corsica, we would train in Tunisia, the Canary Islands make me go and I aspire for my hand and the gentleness of my home, even if it's a big word to describe This two-piece of which is entirely devoted to work ...
Voyager travel does not interest me. I loved my long train journeys, whether to go to Lyon to take advantage of technology that had not his equal to Toulouse or my return trips to Arles where I joined Olivier. I also loved this short weekend we spent in Madrid, he and I, because he was the exception. For the rest, in the twelve years that have elapsed, one week's road trip to Halloween enough for me.
I'm a homebody, the matter is heard. Agoraphobic point not to support mass tourism, not to snuff the backwoods. I fully understand that we can aspire to travel, to go elsewhere if there is life and if it is softer, perhaps more if it is constrained to the point that one is happy retrospectively to inhabit the place that we never stopped to leave, but thanks to not try to force my hand at every turn.
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