Today’s guest post comes from one of my BFFs and travelling companion, Trish. After our recent adventures around Nevada/Arizona/Utah, we both realized how much more of the United States we wanted to see. It’s never been a travel priority for me, honestly. Now it is. HAPPY 4TH OF JULY!
I have a confession to make. Iâ€™ve never cared much about America. When it came to traveling, taking vacations, living, or making friends, America never crossed my mind.
Now itâ€™s time for me to hang my head in shame and beg forgivenessâ€¦ and maybe a Visa?
I spent months staying in hostels in Australia, I couch surfed in London, and worked on little farms and beautiful gÃ®tes in France. I lived on a sailboat for a week in Croatia and Iâ€™ve been to seven of the Canadian provinces. The only American tale Iâ€™ve ever been able to tell was â€œI think I went camping in Maine when I was a kid.â€
I just got back from staying in Las Vegas for a week and OH MY GOD I loved it.
The hotels we stayed in were organized and efficient, the city was clean and happy, and the restaurants had some of the best customer service I have ever received. Honestly. The customer service was better than anywhere Iâ€™ve been in Canada. Even going through customs was a breeze!
Yes, I loved the fact that I felt like a celebrity for a week with two of my girlfriends but I also fell in love with the views, the people, and my brand new bucket list.
Speaking of Bucket Lists…
Go to the Grand Canyon and cry like a babyâ€¦ CHECK!
As a Canadian, Iâ€™ve been exposed to a lot of â€œAmerica Hateâ€ and Iâ€™m now pretty ashamed to have been part of it. There seems to be some kind of competition between Americans and Canadians on which country is best and what I always took from it is that Canadians are nice and Americans are rude. I was wrong. Canadians have a reputation for being friendly and overly apologetic and I wonâ€™t try to discredit that. I meanâ€¦ I apologized profusely to a sketchy man on The Strip in Vegas because I didnâ€™t want to buy cocaine from him.
â€œOh, you know what? Iâ€™m really sorry but I just donâ€™t want any. Okay? Iâ€™m really sorry. Good luck!â€
Drug dealers aside, we made some great American friends. I also loved the southern accents and kept asking people to repeat themselves so I could listen to them. I was overwhelmed by how friendly everyone was and always felt safe on Fremont Street and The Strip.
So, Iâ€™m sorry, America. I misjudged you. Now I want to pass you notes in class like you were the cute boy sitting next to me who I was scared to talk to because I picked on him at recess.
Can we be friends? Please circle yes, no, or maybe.
Please circle yes.
I now have a week of the most fun experiences Iâ€™ve ever had to talk about and I canâ€™t wait to go back and get some more.