„It was in the evening ….” An ordinary family idyll — each looking into their iPad — wow…. and suddenly the husband spoke, naturally in Norwegian: «And shouldn’t we go, my soul, to Las Vegas?» (you understand yourselves, I make a free translation into my native language, adding tender words of which the Norwegian husband has no notion, because there are no such words in the Norwegian language).
«A bit far,» I said, and in the brains «it started knocking Las Vegas = Casino». The husband continued voicing his thought: «Here I found inexpensive tickets, and it isn’t a long flight, shall I order?» I agree. (I have already written that in my soul I am a homebody.) You have to talk yourself into it approximately like this: «Little Red Riding Hood, agree, how old are you? And what have you got there, ahead?» And my husband knooows my homebody thoughts and pronounces: «Well, and when else, if not now, while there is strength?»
In short, indeed, exactly that case when desires and possibilities coincide! The man said it — the man did it! 👍 And for me, nowadays a resident of Scandinavia, great possibilities opened, to fly to America! (not like before …, well that is THEN, you know, when)
I started thinking where to begin my packing for America. I opened Wikipedia, read the main characteristics and the history of the creation of Las Vegas, and also the climate. Well then, there was a desert without water, they created a city with skyscrapers and casinos. The number of local inhabitants is more than 600 thousand. The husband asked where to order a hotel, in the centre or 5 km from the city. Of course 5 km from the city and necessarily with a pool! And for the remaining 3 days he ordered in the centre, in the hotel Venetia.
The plane tickets the husband ordered in winter for 20 May, only three planes to fly! And at once for the return he ordered — bought out for 29 May. The visa we arranged through the internet without problems — filled in the form, paid, received. Foreigners plan all affairs and trips in advance, then live in anticipation of the realisation of their plans. Well and I am not a foreigner, I live not by a plan, I simply live and quietly worry about the future planned not by me.
Two weeks before departure a cancellation of the return flight lit up on the phone. Then they sent new tickets for the return flight, but already to fly not by three planes, but by four. I complained to my music teacher that I would have to fly from America by four planes, and she said to me: Well that is from America, and we with my daughter flew by four planes around Norway!» Thank you, they calmed me.