How it all strarted
From Curiosity to Profession
“Curiosity killed the cat.”
I’m still alive. But then again, I’m not exactly a cat!
I always wanted to be bilingual.
 When I was old enough to realize people were working for a living, even before I was asked the seemingly inevitable dreadful question: “What do you want to do when you grow up?” I heard about my godmother’s former job. She had been working in what people would call a dream job: Visiting numerous countries, checking out their accommodations and tourist attractions, and rating them. In brief, she was paid to travel the world and enjoy all the best places countries had to offer. Nothing more, nothing less!
To this day, I still don’t know what was true and what wasn’t.
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At the time, I thought the only thing stopping me from conquering the world in this fashion was my inability to speak English - This and the fact that I was only 8 or 10 years old. So, when my first English lessons came along, I listened carefully, and learnt… and I wished it was easier!
And then… “What do you want to do when you grow up?”
All hell broke loose!
By a slight wiggle, I got out of this pickle by answering with a simple and very efficient “I don’t know.”
I kept on studying. I was good at maths and chemistry, and marvelled at how easy problem solving was in this strange language made of signs, so that’s what I did.
 Eventually, by the time my 18th birthday came around, I really had to decide what I wanted to do with my life, even if I had no idea of what profession I wanted to pursue. So many options were out there… How could I choose one field, and stick to it my whole life?
This is when Aix-en-Provence's Law University came to my rescue: Topics I didn’t know anything about, a knowledge that would always come in handy in life. My curiosity got the better of me, and there I went. But after three hard working years, it was time to change path again.
A new adventure became irresistibly attractive, something grand looming on the horizon: Canada, and in its wake an amazing world of languages, cultures, and backcountry.
The further West I traveled in this vast country, the more Anglo the culture became, French fading slowly into the background, and at any point of time and space you could steal a glimpse of these other cultures, bewitching, fascinating, strong, and fading all at once: Musqueam, Haida, Tsimshian, Cree, Mohawk, and so many more.
 A year was too short to answer my many questions and satisfy my curiosity over these cultures and languages, so back in France, I asked for immigration.
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In the mean time, having been hooked by the English language and missing the pleasure of hearing it, as well as the enjoyment of accessing this other part of my brain, I left for Scotland. There, I could not only speak English, but see and learn yet another way of life, as well as recognize and come to love another culture. I spent an amazing six months studying Scottish literature and travelling the countryside, living and transiting between Edinburgh and the Kingdom of Fife - renown for it’s golf course, but particularly loved by me for its peacefulness and it’s exceptional inhabitants. What could have been more exhilarating than reading 19th century gothic novels and peering through the same mist the author would have seen, travelling the Highlands, land of Sir Walter Scott and of his The Lady of the Lake, or sipping Scotch while eating haggis in the company of friendly Scots?
Once both Canadian and French administrations satisfied with the information gathered about my past, my present, and my potential future; once all the required formalities finally met, I returned to Canada, to its West Coast, to Vancouver.
It was only a few years later that my partner had this brilliant idea of studying translation, and making a career out of this already existing passion of ours that was languages and cultures. So, after a little research, we were on our way to being certified translators by the Université de Saint Boniface of Winnipeg, in Manitoba.
And, from a tumultuous past of curiosity and wanderings, I found my root idea again:
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Speaking English.
Exploring the world.
Understanding a multitude of different cultures.
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and helping words cross borders