The energy of Cirque Du Soleil Mystere left me feeling like I was a little kid, being pushed on the swings higher and higher.  The sense of intimidation at first, soon turning into exhilaration.

The saying goes..." it's not the destination, it's the journey". This begins my tale...

When I was a girl, my dad always tried to teach me about cars.  He pointed to what this thing was and he explained how it worked.   And I remember none of what he tried to teach me.  I remember looking at his tan, scarred hands, that grime under the nails that would never come out.  I can close my eyes and smell the mix of diesel fuel and cigarette smoke. That was the smell of my dad after a long honest day's work in the shop.  The literal blue collar with his name stitched across his chest.

Driving around AZ, you will see many Saguaros on the roadside. This iconic desert...

I never thought I would be hunting Thomas Dambo's famous giant wooden trolls in a forest, but here I am.

We are excited to share this guest blog from our Travel Tribe Contributor: DQ...