THE NOT SO BLONDE TRAVEL

Being a flight attendant, I spend a lot of time on planes, and very few things still surprise me. Strange behaviors sometimes develop  at 30 000 feet. But we are kimd of used to it, we love our jobs nonetheless and it usually makes really good cocktail stories.  But every time I stand outside the lavatory for over 20 minutes, I can't help but be surprised and wonder if I am missing out on something in there, something only passengers know about and don't want to share with us flight attendants. Maybe a secret button to access a bathtub spa, or perhaps a yoga room, or maybe even an exclusive speakeasy bar. You might think I am losing it, but I am very serious. I just can't see any other "reasonable" explanation to what people are doing in a  3x3-foot-dimension toilet for over 20 minutes or so.  Where is the button?  I know it's not super ladylike to talk about what is happening in a toilet, but I am just too curious not to ask for yo...

Seven girls on an island could easily be the title of a horror movie or a dramatic reality tv show. Girls are often sneaky and/or catty, and on the off chance that they are nice, they are usually complicated. But I learned from my last trip to Palau that it doesn't always have to be that way.  Our own private Palauan island, thanks to Ngellil Nature Resort  Kisses from the Milky Way    Smiles from the German Channel  Tanning on Long Beach  The "Say Cheese" Picture   One last picture under the Friendship Bridge  Paradise, right? But I would be lying if I said that the trip was completely drama free. "Grocery " shopping was definitely highly stressful and it took a lot of mathematic skills to figure out the exact amount of beer cases and vodka bottles to purchase for our two day island stay. Nobody wanted to run out of alcohol, but nobody wanted to buy too much and then waste it. I think one of the girls called...