Did you know that The Bellagio (the only place I ever want to stay in Vegas!) smells the same even if you’ve been gone a year? It is this vague mix of chlorine, recycled air, and over-washed carpets, all laced with the faint but pungent smell of cigarette smoke, that overwhelmed me to the point of tears the day before my 33rd birthday. Why? Because I remembered where I was a year ago, and just how much has happened.
This has been one hell of a year and I am so grateful for (the feeling of) a fresh start that only comes on New Year's Day or your birthday.
I'm quite happy I got to spend this birthday in the company of 4,800 of the best people in travel at Virtuoso Travel Week.