By Marlise Kast-Myers
From Tribune News Service
In my early 20s, I worked as a nanny for a Swiss billionaire, caring for his four children, seven dogs and 14 homes. For five years I was entrusted with those little kinder as if they were my own, so much that one day the parents said, “We thought perhaps this summer you could travel alone with the children. Where would you like to go?”
And just like that, I whisked them away to the Hawaiian island of Kauai. We spent a month transforming our pasty bodies into bronzed, barefoot little groms, throwing “hang loose” signs at hitchhikers and self-labeling our tribe as “surfers.”…