I remember when I was in college or when I  first moved to New York City, I often confused people with my happiness. People thought I was always under the influence because of the way I viewed life. If they didn’t think I was on drugs, they just said I was naive, or lived in a bubble. I’ve always been a grateful person. I used to be so grateful for so many things. I used to dance at any time I wanted to. And I would talk about my random dreams with friends, and before I ended my sentences, sometimes I would tell them how happy I was. I’d tell them that I couldn’t believe I was there, speaking to them in a language that wasn’t always mine and having a great time. I’d tell them that everything was possible.

Reading sappy romance novels at a very young age in Haiti is definitely the cause of my intoxicated desire to watch or come up with crazy love stories on my own. I lived on a cloud during my childhood and early teenage years. In my daydreams, I went to many places in the world. I was always the strong character who gave men a big challenge when it came to winning my heart. In my dreams, I set the tone for everything. I would tell them where and when I wanted to see them, and let me tell you… Hotel Emerson Spice in Zanzibar is undoubtedly a place I’ve imagined in one these little silly dreams. A place I thought only existed in the fairytales I made up. Every window, curtain flowing in the wind, noise from the street vendors and passersby, rooftops from nearby buildings pulled at my every senses. I felt like crying and dancing at the same time. I couldn’t contain my joy!