Kris Bailey was born somewhere between the tumble weeds and tennis courts of an Oklahoma suburb. Inspired by the stories of a young adventurer with a french accent and a cheap wooden guitar, Kris ran home from school one day and announced that she was going to live in Europe. Eight months later, wearing a cowboy hat and white bell-bottom jeans, Kris boarded a DC-10 bound for Brussels. She was 15 years old.
Since then, Kris’ bags have grown smaller, the weeds have grown taller and her road less traveled has grown longer. In between travels, Kris lives and works in Nothern California. Her favorite companion is a remarkably clever and extremely precocious puppy named Buster.