My world is airports, new cities, and that feeling when you wake up in a foreign country and realize: today anything can happen.

I'm 57, and frankly, it's the perfect age to stop playing the "good girl" and start living life to the fullest. I appreciate aesthetics in the details—from the silk on my skin to the perfect timbre of a man's voice. I've seen many countries, but I still believe that the most exciting journey is when a spark runs between two people that can't be silenced by any logical argument. I'm real, I'm alive, I know how to laugh at myself and turn an ordinary evening into a story you'll tell your friends (or choose to keep a closely guarded secret).

What's the craziest decision you've made in the last five minutes, not counting opening my profile?
If we had to rush to the airport right now, which country would you choose so I could see the real you?