Travel Journal of Tess:
- Roe Dubois
- 5 days ago
- 2 min read
Updated: 14 hours ago
Pattern Download
December 1st — The Great Unpacking
We’ve cracked open our luggage at last, we unfasten buckles, peer past rumpled maps, and wind our yarn for a most magical beginning.
December 2nd --
Chapter 1: Stormy Sea
The Crossing of the Atlantic was less crossing and more clinging. Waves rose like irate butlers offended by our luggage choices. Roe swore she saw Poseidon himself snatch her hat—though it was more likely a gull with aspirations. We arrived in France drenched, disheveled, and deliriously proud of having survived maritime tea service.
December 3nd --
Chapter 2: Fog over Dover
Morning broke with the subtlety of a hangover. The cliffs loomed pale and ghostly, as if England were trying to fade out of its own weather. I took notes on cloud coloration while Roe demanded scones as hazard pay. We agreed the fog was rather flattering—it blurred our exhaustion into mystery.
December 4th --
Chapter 3: Emerald of Éire
Ireland welcomed us with a rainbow and a sheep blockade. The hills rolled like laughter, and every pub contained at least one fiddle, two poets, and a man claiming kinship to Saint Patrick’s cousin’s cow. Roe tried to buy peat as a souvenir; I talked her down to whiskey.
December 5th --
Chapter 4: Highland Mist
Scotland smelled of rain and legend. We followed a rumor of a spectral weaver who dyed her yarn with moonlight. Found only mist, midges, and a misplaced bagpiper. Roe insists the ghost simply refused to appear because our shoes weren’t waterproof.
December 6th --
Chapter 5: Parisian Sky
The moment we saw the Seine glinting under a Teal sky, we forgave every soggy mile. Paris, darling, was stitched together with light and caffeine. We dined on air and éclairs, and Roe nearly traded my compass for a vintage thimble shaped like the Eiffel Tower.
Comments