Another August. Another Virtuoso Travel Week. It’s just not summer without this annual pilgrimage to Vegas. Every year, for the past 20 years, I’ve attended this crazy, exhaustive, but oh-so-worthwhile event. And every year, I over pack – blame it on shoes.
But I love Travel Week. I truly do…
I love the people. The connections. The energy.
I love the hugs – so many hugs. And seeing our JCR members gathered from all corners of the globe.
I love the old friendships; picking up conversations as if no time has lapsed. And I love the new friendships made. Every single year.
I don’t love the gambling. The smell of cigarettes. The sore feet. Or extreme-cold temperatures of the meeting rooms. But that’s Vegas. And I wouldn’t miss it.