I’m sure y’all would agree that nothing, I repeat, nothing compares to the real deal when it comes to traveling to Europe. But when you don’t want to spend the money and are desperate for a European getaway, Las Vegas (no matter how cheesy) just might be the cure.
Recently, on a whim and with some travel points to spare, my husband and I decided to breeze into Vegas for a night. I asked my husband to book the cheapest hotel he could find. I figured, we would probably hang out on the strip most of the night anyway. He booked a room at the Hard Rock Hotel in Las Vegas. It was one of the cheapest rates he found on Kayak (for a hotel that met his standards) – only $75. I’m sure there were probably lower rates at other hotels but being that my husband has, for years, worked as a sound engineer for various big-name artists, I can’t blame him for choosing the Hard Rock. Especially, when staying at the hotel is basically like staying at a music museum, e.g, signed guitars and original sheet music on display on the main floor.
We rolled into Vegas around 5 p.m. but didn’t check into our hotel until 2 a.m. Most of that time between 5 p.m. and 2 a.m., by the way, was spent at a hotel lounge listening to free entertainment and watching a wide variety of people shake it up on the dance floor. I finally called it a night when I saw my future 80-year-old self dancing around in what looked like an old prom dress.
Anyways, we have no idea how this happened, but the room with a king bed that my husband booked, somehow got upgraded to a full-on 900-square-foot suite with a pool table, bar area, and a guest bathroom (yes, a guest bathroom. The master bathroom was covered from floor to ceiling in Calcutta marble). I can’t believe we got this room for only $75 (well actually free because we used our travel points to cover the cost). Do you think it’s because we checked in so late? It was definitely rock-star status and so Eurocana!
The next day we walked around The Venetian and the Paris Las Vegas Hotel to get our quick fix of Europe – all the while wishing we were back in Italy or Paris wandering through cobblestone streets, making those cities our own.