Adventures Abroad

I’m frozen in terror. Our kamikaze driver is writing, eyes down, one hand on the steering wheel. The car is drifting into the left lane . . .

Getting searched and groped at airport security is my lot in life. Sometimes it’s more fun than others.

My French village is not in the guidebooks. It’s not swarming with sweaty tourists in shabby shorts. So what’s so special?

As an expat, dealing with creepy things in a foreign country can be an adventure.

After our bizarre, ten-minute wedding ceremony in Kenya was over, I wasn’t sure if my Peace Corps volunteer hero and I were really married. What I did know was that I …