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Someone famous said, “Travel and change of place impart new vigor to the mind.” For me, it’s a new way of seeing things, or as Carrie, from Sex and the City said it’s reminding myself that, “[Everything] is just a plane ride way.” Besides, what would the journey, 1 Year, 10 Projects, 100 Discoveries, be without travel, or more specifically, 10 unique cities. This post is part of that project. You can see all 10 Cities here and the entire project here. Enjoy the ride, I sure am!
I had this preconceived notion that Atlantic City smelled awful. Maybe it came from a trip to Ocean City as a child. Nevertheless, curiosity took me to Atlantic City for 24 hours. I wish I had stayed longer.
Atlantic City is a place caught between two worlds. It has the lights of Vegas, the smell of the ocean, the pace of London and the old school feel of a place stuck in time. It was an unexpected combination that I loved.
My favorite way to explore a new place is by running the streets in the early hours of the morning. There’s a sense of magic in the quietness and watching as each town awakens. Even in the tourist section, you’re able to feel the essence of a town; experiencing it the way a local might.
Atlantic City started out in a cold, quiet fog; a sleepy town hiding the sins of the night from the morning light. But, with each pounding step against the Broadwalk, the city began to come alive. The fog lazily drifted away, the metal doors from store fronts lifted and the smell of bacon cooking mingled with the salty sea water. Once again, the Broadwalk was alive and waiting to provide the throngs of tourists with fun worth having; their own Chuck E Cheese moments of pure happiness.
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