The day Annerie arrived in Seattle seems so far away now. Almost like it was in a different world. As I have written about it for months and months, I feel like I do still owe both you and me a decent story about our amazing 11 days of travel. On the 28th of July Annerie and I flew out to Las Vegas. The arrival into Las Vegas was stunning. There is dry, rough land for miles around and again I was amazed that there are so many different landscapes to see in one country. Flying in we could see hundreds of squares and rectangles including thousands of rows of homes. An enormous flat, dry area in which Las Vegas is built, with surrounding mountains in the distance. Right before landing on the airport it's already like you are entering a sunny 5 star tourist destination. Buildings are suddenly tall and rich in the sunlight, the scenery is beautiful. Even if you knew nothing about Las Vegas at all, you could feel you just landed somewhere anything but boring. Walking through the airport towards the bus station the casino vibe and slots machines are already everywhere, and people are using them too. I don't know a lot about Las Vegas. To be honest I didn't even know it was right in the middle of the desert until right before we left. Going outside you were slammed with a sudden wave of heat and thick air that you hoped to get used to, but after half an hour realized you wouldn't. The location of our hostel was not at all what I expected. Although not too far from the city center and The Strip, it appeared to be in the middle of nowhere. It soon became clear that although The Strip is seen as a place for the rich and famous, if you were 20 feet out it was a different world. It was quiet on the streets and the only people you did see were either homeless, disabled, crazy, drunk or all of these things at the same time. Shops were shady and the overall feeling was that you could be mugged right there by anyone you passed. The city center was different. As soon as you entered, the area was full of tourists and street performers. For a few blocks the whole area was completely filled up with casino's and souvenir shops. The first one of course being a bit irrelevant to us 20 year olds. In the evening we hung around at the pool at our hostel and met a group of guys from England, who invited us to come along to a casino on The Strip. After hesitating a bit we decided to join and finally got to experience the TV-and-media-Las Vegas. The Strip is packed with tall impressive casino's and hotels, with an amount of lights of which the working costs could for sure feed a whole city in Africa on a daily basis. Who ever you are, what ever you are wearing, when you are underneath the big Casino lights you feel like a royal star. Inside, there's more tables and slot machines then you can imagine. I was definitely surprised by it's scale. Although we couldn't play we had a good time watching the guys calculating which game to play and at which table to sit, to eventually still waste their money. I think you actually are allowed to just be in a casino and watch when you are not 21, but we still felt pretty illegal. When we left around 2am the whole Strip was still very much alive. Everything was open, concerts were playing and everyone appeared to be happy and full of energy. Catching a cab was as easy as raising your hand, a lot of fun to do. Having now only seen Las Vegas by night, we planned on a day trip the next day, but unfortunately the combination of heat, buses and probably something wrong I ate caused me to get extremely sick before we even really got started. It was a bummer not to see any of the shows and more of The Strip, but it made me extra thankful we did decide to go out the night before and experience the real thing. I still have to say that over all Las Vegas is the least fun city I've been to in the States. The Strip was definitely something to experience, but outside people appeared to be so extremely poor that it all seemed pretty sad. On our last day "in Vegas", we went on a tour to the Grand Canyon, a place that I would advise everyone to go see. I personally thought Hooverdam was already amazing, especially when you hear the story behind it. The Canyon itself is just breath taking, and makes you feel extremely small. The formation, the scale and colors of the rocks make for something so unique and beautiful that it is not possible to capture it on an amateurs camera. I have not one picture that truly captures what I saw. At one point you could partly climb down onto a part of a ridge that stretched out into the Canyon. It qualifies as one of the highlights of my year. There are no ladders, stairs or fences to keep you from sliding or falling, and to stand on an edge off where you can fall to death by a simple miss step or push feels both scary and empowering. Specially being the clumsy person that I am every move and twist was greatly calculated, not meaning to be one of the average of 7 people per year that still fall off these rocks. The long bus drive was most definitely worth it.
The greyhound buses bringing us from city to city starting at Las Vegas proved to be a pain right from the very start. As a ticket did not guarantee a seat on the bus the waiting time was long and the seats were uncomfortable, small and freezing cold if you were sitting by the window. But that is what you pay, or better said, don't pay for. Santa Cruz was again hot, but in a nice a way, and you felt like you were actually breathing in fresh air. Our hostel here was at a surprisingly good location, right at the pier, the Santa Cruz boardwalk, the beach and the ocean. The boardwalk included a 365 days a year fun-fare, with roller-coasters and other attractions. A bit over-prized, but a fun area to walk through nonetheless. We spend one full, relaxing day just laying on the beach reading books and it was great! We worked on our healthy bodies by shoving some delicious pizza inside and walking the whole long 2 minutes back to our hostel. I've got to say that honestly I'm much happier staying in a hostel than in a hotel any day. Hostels are fun, and you meet people from all over the world. You get free breakfast, you get free internet and sometimes even a pool. Where as hotels are over-prized, no fun at all (after having jumped beds for a reasonable amount time), and you have to pay extra for every stupid service that is normally included at a hostel. Because of this we also decided to last minute cancel our hotel reservation in Oakland and decided to just stay in a hostel in downtown San Francisco instead. At first I was the one who preferred going to Oakland, as I had already been to San Francisco, but everyone kept saying Oakland was boring and by the time we were actually going I was quite keen on seeing the city I loved so much last time again. Unfortunately we didn't get to see the Golden Gate bridge, but San Francisco was still a lot of fun. It has absolutely the best Chinatown that I've ever been to, like a small different country within the city of San Francisco. We ate sushi, we ate In-and-Out, purchased some cool souvenirs and at the end of the day I had found a great birthday gift for Annerie. A nice guy, who was a caricature artist, made a really nice picture of the both of us. Apart from him drawing our faces we also had a really nice conversation with him, and when we left we honestly say he had been the highlight of our day just as much as we were the same to him. San Francisco is the city that has everything. It has a great shopping area, good museums, plenty of tourist attractions that are also still fun for locals, it has the Golden Gate bridge, Alcatraz, the ocean and much, much more. The people are incredibly nice as long as you stay out of the "bad" areas. In some way San Francisco resembles Amsterdam, I've heard more then one person say (I agree), but it's hard to say why. All I know is that if I could live there, I would.
Fourth and final stop was Portland. Portland, Portland.. Where everything is without tax, except for our misleadingly prized hostel room. I'm quite serious, the cheaper the hostel the better! This was the most we paid for our room, yet it was furthest away from downtown, the staff wasn't very friendly, and in the city which you would expect to be the least touristy out all four. Luckily, after the downside of having the room turn out quite a bit more expensive than we would have liked, we found a great sushi restaurant nearby that was so amazingly cheap that we ordered so much sushi we couldn't finish it. It was truly heaven for two sushi-crazy-girls like us. Downtown Portland was a very nice surprise. Although I wasn't sure if there was anything to do there really, the city had just a really nice vibe. It was clean, it felt safe, the people were young and there were little to no homeless people for change. We went on a shopping spree getting rid of all that extra left over money to spend on more useless stuff that actually wouldn't fit in to my bag back to Holland anymore. If there's any city that I'd like to re-visit, then it's Portland. It was just a great feeling you got walking around there, and we didn't quite force ourselves to see all there actually is to see there. I had hoped we could go to the Oregon coast, but that turned out to be much, much more expensive than either of was willing to spend. Too bad.. Maybe next time when we have a car to use.
So.. That was our trip. We came back safe, sound and broke, and then the packing had to begin. Three suitcases and I still had to leave at least one full other suitcase of stuff behind. It is good that I did, cause with all the stuff I brought back there is hardly room in my closet as it is. After a fun second farewell party with my friends in Seattle it was finally time to go back home. I got to see my host-family and the kids one last time at the airport. The flight back was absolutely horrible. I'm not sure if it was me not wanting to go back, or it just being a bad day to fly, but it was the worst travel day ever. My first plane had a lot of turbulence and in the second plane it was even worse. At one point the stewardess was making an announcement when the plane suddenly started rumbling like it was going to fall straight out of the air, and the stewardess (over the intercom) couldn't help but giving a frightened little yelp. Of course that freaked almost the whole plane out, and even when we steadied and she apologized, the woman before me was in fear of her life over the next 7 hours. My mom, my grandmother and Felix picked me up from the airport when I finally arrived back in the Netherlands one month ago. I had some trouble adjusting and not constantly feeling like I'd rather be in America, but I think I have found my spin now. The right balance between keeping contact with my host-family and friends, but also being able to appreciate seeing my friends and family here. I love going back to school, and - big surprise - I some times even kind of love the Dutch landscape. After seeing so many different things in America I thought I would hate it, but I can now actually appreciate it for it's beauty and uniqueness. Although I'm still me, after this year I can say that I have changed and grown in a couple aspects. I have learned more about who I am and how I work, I am more confident in myself, and I've learned how to have a good time without drinking alcohol, which was actually one of my goals.
There is no doubt in my mind that going to America was the right decision. I honestly had the year of my life and got so incredibly lucky it's mind blowing. I've made friendships that will last forever and I hope to stay in contact with my host-family, and maybe visit them, over years to come. It took a long time for me to write this because I did have trouble feeling at home back home, but now I can also say that it was definitely the right decision to not extend and continue my studies. As long as I can keep my poster of Mt. Rainier on my wall to look at every day :)..
Thanks for following and reading!
Annika
