Before I stepped a foot in the wonderful experience that working on a “travel blog” is, I had romantic and fantastic ideas about how I will regulary post articles including photos and how working on the project of the wanderlust queens will not influence my trip really…

It was before I realise that jet lag, hot weather, adventures and sometimes little wifi problems could impact my everyday life as a blogger on the road. The truth is when you want to be a good blogger, you have to dedicate one third of your day to it. Taking pictures, selecting and editing them (or not), downloading them on wordpress, finding something interesting to say (or not!), writing them in another langage than in your mother tongue, sharing the articles on facebook, instagram or wherever… It really takes hell of a time.
  

It is still exciting to work a lot on an article and see two or three likes few hours later on facebook but I asked myself recently if it really worth the effort… Of course, I’m not in search of success or trying to have the recognition of the public that a thousand of followers would procures. The purpose was not to be famous or having few pounds in exchange of the few words I wrote but when I started the project I must admit that the thrill of having some sort of recognition and encouragement from my friends online was amazing. I never pretended to be a writer, either a photographer. I am just a girl who wants to share with whoever some particular moments of her life, and maybe one day influence another chick who is scared to do the big jump.

As the days passed, the enthusiasm slightly faded away. I wanted to find something in between working exclusively for the project and living great adventures.

I remember nights with my friends in London where we used to play the phone-face-down on the table cause we were all addicted to our instagram/tinder/facebook… Well in short our virtual lives, and we needed to reminded ourselves that the present was more precious than having two likes from a picture of a beer in a cool pub. Now, I feel like this project challenged me to find the right attitude between having a record online of my thoughts and photographies and trying to actually live my life.
  

I love having this blog and the project of doing a short documentary but it was sometimes a pain in the… bip…

Perhaps, it has been also an excuse to be detached from the intense life which surrounded me. If I felt like being lonely or having the need to focus on something personal or my feelings, I could just take my ipad in a coffee shop and write.

My favourite places to write were always in a nice place with cool music and a nice coffee. If travellers around, even better. Not to feel surrounded by people who were living the same things, more to have an english speaker to ask for a term or how to spell a term. Really usefull, I promise.
  

Wesley left Canggu that day. I felt pretty down… Naturally, I rode my scooter to Deus, a rally nice place in Canggu where I could write in peace. It was in a way salvatory. To think about something else… To forget my feelings maybe.

So this is the hidden part of writing a blog while traveling. The way I connected with you while i was so far away, my dear readers. Behind each articles of this Wanderlust Queens project blog, there is always a nice cup of coffee…