Viva Las Vegas: let’s goooooo

Ha, cutie. If you’re reading this, I’m sitting in an airplane seat with my cadets. Destination? One of my favorite places: the US to the A, baby. The country I’ve always said I could totally live in. I’ve been there four times now, in different states (California, Illinois, Oregon and New York), and so far, disappointment has not been found.

America, it does something to you – or not. You find Americans boastful and hysterical or you find them social and hospitable. You cringe at the large exaggerated portions and whiny Kim K. accents or you think it’s funny. Guess which category I belong to. The friendliness: I don’t find it fake at all. In fact, I’ve never been helped on the street to find my way as often as in America during all my travels. I find the land of the 52 states incredibly interesting. In reality, it’s even better than on TV.

And then came the invite of invites: Vegas. KLM starts today with a non-stop service between Schiphol and the city where anything goes. If I wanted to join the very first flight. Uh. Of course I want to. In fact, I’ll quote myself from the article: 4 cities in America you must see, that I wrote in 2016. “Las Vegas. This one is still on the agenda, just because I also want to experience The Hangover scenes. Minus the decapitated giraffe because: sad. But without joking: in an extremely prudish country like America, this is the place where the sex, drugs, and rock & roll culture really comes alive. Gambling, getting wasted, getting a tattoo, marrying an ugly Elvis for one night; everything is allowed here.”

Maybe this is a cliché image and the city is much more than this (which I can totally imagine), but we’ll all experience that later. My prayers have been answered. Viva Las Vegas, baby. Elvis, hide, buddy, because I’m coming for you. And it’s going to be a wild ride, honey… Moehaha…