My Kind of Vegas

 

I thought this week I would share a little bit about my travels from a few weeks ago: VEGAS.

 

I boarded my flight from O’hare and headed off to Vegas for majority of the week. Since I’ve been to Vegas a dozen times it doesn’t quite trip my trigger like it may for most people. In fact, some may say I’ve never truly experience Vegas because out of all times I’ve been there I’ve never gone to the clubs, laid out by the pool or gambled. (Well, except once but it wasn’t my money ;)

 

When I visit Vegas I like to focus on trying out new restaurants, enjoying my downtime in my hotel room and maybe have one or two glasses of wine. To be honest, the work that I do while I’m in Vegas requires a lot of energy and although I'm a pretty energetic, lively gal, it still can drain even me. So I always want to make sure I’m resting my body, eating good foods and getting enough sleep. 

 

The first thing I did was check into my hotel, The Linq, and walked ten minutes to the Venetian where they have this incredible little shop called “The Juice Farm.” I found this gem last time I was in Vegas and almost wanted to cry. The flavors are amazing and this time they even had acai bowls. My favorite juice is either the Popeye Protein or Coconut Butter. I visited this place every day for breakfast. 

 

Tuesday night for dinner my peer, Lisa and I wanted a quick meal that was near where we were working so we walked straight to TAO, pulled up a seat at the bar, order a glass of wine and some food, allowing us to crawl into bed no later than 9pm. Now, I now you might be thinking “GRANDMAS” but hey! She’s from FL and I’m from Chicago so the time zone difference can be cruel to a traveler. No judging. 

 

Wednesday night we went to this fantastic local restaurant that was a few miles off of the strip called “Herbs and Rye” when you pull up you think you’re at the wrong place. There are no windows and looks quite frankly, like a run down bar. It wasn’t until we walked it and I immediately understood why it was highly recommended. 

 

The drinks and food were delicious. I can’t recommend the Bruschetta flatbread pizza. You will have died and gone to food heaven once you’ve eaten it. 

 

The last night in Vegas (Thursday), Lisa and I went on the “High-Roller” neither of us had been on it and wanted to try it out. it is a 30 minute ride and depending on the type of ticket you purchase you can have all the drinks you want and so for some it is a pretty darn good deal. The views were amazing and I had never seen Vegas from that point of view before, ever. 

 

Friday morning, I woke up, grabbed my juice, packed and headed off to the airport. 

 

The next time I will take another adventure won’t be until January and I’ll be heading back to Vegas for CES (Consumer Electronics Show), then to San Diego at the end of the month. 

 

What are some of your favorite must visit restaurants in Vegas? I’m always looking for suggestions because, man, do I love food. 

 

Until next time,

Bo

The Belly Of The Beast

"It’s a metaphor that’s been around since Jonah. Writers talk about it as the state of being deep in the middle of a work as the wheels are coming off, your faith in your talent and in your ideas crashing head-on into failed structures and dead-end choices. In Do the Work, by Steven Pressfield, “the belly of the beast” is where projects, dreams, and lives are won and lost." - Excerpt from this blog here.  

I had read "Do the Work" a few months ago and immediately resonated with it. 

Today I'm finding myself in "the belly of the beast." And a way that I coupe with tougher times and struggles is to find quotes that can express my emotions. Thus stumbling upon the one above re: Do The Work. 

It is do or die. To overcome or be defeated. It is time to survive "the belly of the beast." I do not know how long I'll be here for but what I do know is that it is possible to make it through. And I'm going to do just that.

 

 

My Refugee Experience

An image similar to the one I saw in Vienna train station. (photo borrowed from demotix)

An image similar to the one I saw in Vienna train station. (photo borrowed from demotix)

At the end of September I took a trip to Europe. First stop Budapest, second stop Vienna and third (and last) stop, Munich.

By the time my friend and I arrived in Budapest the refugees had already moved onward towards Germany through Austria. It wasn't until our second leg of our vacation when we got off a train in Vienna that the news we hear and read about in the US started to become a reality.

Vienna's train station was filled with refugees, there was even designated refugee wifi in efforts to help the individuals with communication.

We only spent a few short days in Veinna before heading to our last destination, Munich.

We arrived back at the Vienna train station to start our journey. Teh scene of the train station had not changed. We boarded our train and as we got settled in we were informed that our train will stop service in Salzburg, Austria. Meaning it will NOT cross over the German boarder.

Why? Because the boarder was closed due to the influx of refugees. What was selfishly an adventure to us was a nightmare to many.

We had to change trains 90 minutes into our journey in order to ultimately reach Munich. As we crossed over the German boarder at that point our train was 100% full with passengers, 50% of them were Syrian refugees. Most could not speak english and those that could spoke broken english.

My friend and I met two boys who were 18 and 19, all they had were their backpacks and had been traveling for 7 days with hopes of getting to a northern European country. We also spoke to a family, mainly the father/husband since he was the one who could speak some english. Him and his family had been traveling for almost a month with the hopes of ultimately residing in Saudi Arabia.

Those were only two stories from one train filled with many more lives and many more stories.

Reading about something versus experiencing it is completely different. It is hard to describe the wave of emotions that came over me when I realized that these people are fighting for their lives, taking risks, having no clue if they'll make it through tomorrow or where they'll sleep was a sobering one. It isn't just a newstory. It is reality.

I was and still am to this day reminded of all the wonderful things to be grateful in life for and to keep life in perspective.

With love, Amanda Bo