The return of the Hair Snob

I ran my fingers through my hair. It had grown a lot since I had it cut back in January. And it felt gross. Fried. “Arlene, this is disgusting,” I moaned, tugging at my sun-damaged locks. “I need to fix this or it will drive me nuts.” Fortunately, Arlene’s pre-travel life included being a stylist.Continue reading “The return of the Hair Snob”


I never thought my Bucket List would be my Death Wish. But, early Saturday morning in Fethiye, I nearly died. I should have known better. I had been talking about paragliding in Turkey since I started my trip. It seemed safe — you just run off a cliff and then float over the bluegreen gorgeousContinue reading “Para-falling”