And How I Fell in Love with Airbnb It took a while to find the place. The GPS started talking in British-accented circles as soon as the tiny French rental car left the well-lit main road for the narrow street marked with only a small arrow pointing toward Saint-Martin-Le-Beau. But beyond the bumpy train …

When my best friend says she needs a weekend away, I immediately pack my bags. It’s not often that Marlena can get enough time away from work to do laundry let alone travel, so it was understandable that – on this rare getaway weekend – she just wanted to do nothing. That meant no …

Telling people that you are headed to a yoga retreat solicits a lot of confused looks and bewildered reactions. My colleagues said, “Jen, you do know there is yoga in Chicago, right?” My Grandfather questioned, “You are traveling to do yoga?” (audible sigh) “Oh well.”