Jour d’la Libéthâtion – Jersey, mon vie (Liberation Day – Jersey, my life)

I don’t know if it’s the vraic (seaweed), the sea, or the blood in my veins that makes me want to be home every May 9th. It’s been five years since I left my little island. Five whole years and I’ve not been back (that will change in October). But every year, without fail, onContinueContinue reading “Jour d’la Libéthâtion – Jersey, mon vie (Liberation Day – Jersey, my life)”