I'm the book that beat the speed-reader, and I'm the card the dealers won't touch. And it's just not true I'm a man-eater; all the same, we should probably go dutch.
The things you pick up as you go.
So, I grew up spending summers at my grandparent’s house in Atlantic City. Every summer, my family and I would go to the Steel Peer and casinos. Trump’s Taj Mahal was always my favorite— I always wanted to be like Jasmine and spend the night in the tower.
Well, in light of my NC Spring Break plans falling through, I’ve started looking for alternatives, planning a trip to see friends and family through New York and New Jersey, culminating in Atlantic City to put my feet in the ocean and run in the (slightly warmer) sand.
And wouldn’t you just know…a tower room for one night at the Taj is $99?
Ohhhh, I’d DIE for it!
I’ve decided the next travel destination is to India to see the Taj Mahal, and then a quick hop, skip, and a jump over to Tibet and Nepal to spend a week in a Buddhist monastery for enlightenment, rejuvenation, acceptance, understanding, sincerity, and empathy. All needed things.