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Since I don’t have much else to do in the world of travel besides reminisce about past travels or think about future travel plans, I am at this moment doing the latter. I find it funny that everyone in my family has been to Vegas except for me, but, to be honest, the idea of losing money in a casino is not something I think sounds fun. I treasure my dollars, and especially what I can do with them! However, Vegas is definitely on the USA trip itinerary in June (just for a few days) — mainly because my boyfriend is obsessed with poker and has a weird fantasy that he’ll rule the tables there.
I wonder what I’ll be doing? Will I let myself become involved with the wilder side of Vegas… the whole “what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas” mindset? Mmm… probably not… but who knows.
I think travel in general has a way of letting people unleash bits of their personality they wouldn’t normally. Maybe there are fewer inhibitions to hold them back, fewer people around that they know to judge their actions. Not being tied to a proper job involving dress codes or schedules can be another influencing factor. It’s a nice change, but sometimes people take it to the extreme — sort of like when you first go away to college and are free to go wild without a nagging sense of being caught by your parents.
The Vegas Effect
It seems that no matter where I travel, the Vegas effect takes action. Instead of “what happens in Vegas”, my study abroad crew liked to use the phrase, “What happens in Europe, stays in Europe.” When I took part in that archaeological dig on that tiny Spanish island, it became, “What happens in Menorca…”.
I wouldn’t say I’ve gotten out of control on my adventures, but I have done some things I don’t think I would have if I just stayed at home.
- In Italy while studying abroad, I went and got my nose pierced. Everyone and their mother had their nose pierced, so I got the nerve to head to a person that didn’t speak English and let them stick a giant needle in my nose. Unfortunately, it lasted maybe 8 months, which is when I gave up hope that the little keloid bump next to it would go away.
- In Lithuania, I shot some really, really bad-ass guns in an old bomb shelter. I’m talking machine guns. It was absolutely nuts, probably something I’d never do again, but I’m also happy that I did such a weird and crazy thing.
- In Guatemala, I climbed an active volcano, and by active, I’m referring to the fact that you could actually jump over lava flows if you so desired. I NEVER would have done that if I weren’t in Guatemala.
I’m sure there are probably a few others I’m leaving off, but these are just what come to mind.
Have you experienced the Vegas effect while traveling, and, if so, did you have a Vegas phrase of your own?