THE NOT SO BLONDE TRAVEL

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...

Yesterday, while flying back from Cancun to Minneapolis, passenger 2B approached me during boarding: "I think I forgot my carry-on at the Business Lounge ... do you think there is way to call them ... " I interrupted him right there, not to be rude, but because I felt the situation was urgent: "of course, we will call right away and we will do everything we can to get it here on time for departure ... " That's when he interrupted me: "oh thats not necessary, it's just clothes, they can send it later or whenever, it's just clothes ... " I panicked even more when I heard those words. What would he do without his clothes? "I have plenty more at home," he said as if reading my mind. "It's really just clothes." I wish those words would come out of my mouth just once in my life, but I don't think they ever will. I also wish I wouldn't go into panic mode every time I had to check my bag. And I wish I w...