Dear travel,

I wanted to write to you to tell you that I do not forget you. I often (all the time) think to you. But above all, I wanted to write to you to thank you.

First, for making me a better person. Because the "school of life" is and will remain the best school in my opinion. Because all the school benches will never reach the ankle of good old experiences. Because getting lost in an unfamiliar city or share a meal with pure strangers is worth all the gold in the world. Because all these small steps, all these discoveries have enabled more than to get to know me deeply. They also served to develop myself. Fully.

I want to thank you for all these chills. For those during the aircraft’s take off to the sound of my favorite song. For those unexpected in the middle of a conversation with people from all over the world, because they feel like family to me. At 20,000 kilometers from home. For those at the beach when the sun warms you up when it's -30 ° C in Quebec. And for those who are vaguely mingled with tears of happiness that are pointing their nose when you’re in front of a landscape more-beautiful-than-what-you-have-imagined-even-in-your-wildest-dreams.

To laughter and happiness. The happiness of being oneself and with others. For the different rhythm of life that gives you energy for the next 10 years. For all these discoveries, these encounters, these passionate and fascinating people, and the laughter shared in crazy times.

And for souvenirs. Because a picture is worth a thousand words, but the words accompanying it help make the story unforgettable. For these friendships made at the end of the world, on a volcano, near the ocean and at the foot of a glacier. In a hostel too dirty for your taste, and during an unusual roadtrip that leads you into the wildest environments.

For all the love in the world. Yours, travel.