I Love Las Vegas: AbsintheI’ve been to a lot of shows in Las Vegas and none have been as laugh-out-loud hilarious, precarious, fun or dirty as Absinthe. It is an adults-only playground where raunchy jokes are the norm, gut-splitting antics sneak up on viewers and everyone seems to leave wanting more.

Open only since mid-2011, Absinthe is equal parts Cirque-esque acrobatics, comedy routine and burlesque show, and it executes all three with perfect precision. The show is an allusion gone awry with a shot of absinthe. In this hazy dream, The Gazillionaire and his overzealous assistant, Penny, present a cornucopia of performers in a variety show manner. There are countless talent shows on the Las Vegas Strip, but what’s so awesome about this one is that it encompasses acts not found anywhere else. No where else is there a high wire act where the performers do a balancing keg stand. You can look hard in Las Vegas, but you won’t find another tap dancer in a body-sized balloon. And I absolutely guarantee there isn’t a sock puppet performer who can outshine Penny and her overzealous unicorns.

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Need to escape? Looking to be whisked away? Itching for travel inspiration?

Look no further than the sunny Mojave Desert in California. Often overlooked by those driving from Los Angeles to Las Vegas, the Mojave Desert may at first appear dry and desolate but it is truly teeming with color and life.

Wanderlust Wednesday: Flowers in the Mojave Desert

I know I’m not the only person to have a strange interest in visiting graveyards and cemeteries when traveling. For me, it’s not that they might be haunted or contain some sort of afterlife presence, but that they hold a somber but enlightening look at how society remembers those who came before us.

The outskirts of Virginia City, Nevada, are reminiscent of Western Nevada in general — dry, dusty and deserted. Scrub bushes dot gently rolling hills. Wild horses wander through the miles of BLM-managed land. Homes show signs of wind friction and hot sun. It is here — away from the Wild West vibe of Virginia City — that I wander through the town’s weathered cemetery. Grave sites are randomly placed; some have cast iron fencing marking the plots. Headstones are broken, faded and fallen over. Identities are lost and, in many cases, worn down blocks offer the only reminder of people who once were.

Most intriguing to me, however, are the bedposts. These old bedposts — sometimes a single one and sometimes grouped with others — do not come with headstones. Instead, these bedposts are the sole markers of Virginia City’s former prostitutes, who, like everyone else, lived and died. These are identities without names, remembered only by profession.

Images: Virginia City Cemetery | Nevada

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One of the things I most enjoy about trav­el­ing is talk­ing about it. In this new weekly series, I’d like to pose some of the ques­tions I’ve dis­cussed with friends, fam­ily and fel­low trav­el­ers over the years. I invite you to pull up your back­pack, grab a hand­ful of the local snack food and chime in with your com­ments and thoughts. Feel free to respond to oth­ers, but remem­ber to play nice!

Here’s a Question for You:

Where do you want to travel to in 2012?

A couple months ago I spent a day at the Visit Europe Media Exchange, a conference for travel writers that is akin to speed dating. While there I solidified my desire to explore more of Europe, and I’ve found a particular fondness for some countries I’d like to visit for the first time and a couple I’d like to revisit. At the top of my list are Iceland and Ireland, and plans are solidly underway to get to Iceland in 2012. I would also like to visit Estonia, Holland, Finland and Poland for the first time and revisit Norway, which I hit on a whirlwind Scandinavian tour in 2002. I’m not sure if I’ll get to them on, but I hope that 2012 will be the year of Europe for me.

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Culture, History and Traditions at the Chickasaw Cultural Center | OklahomaDespite the number of people who have tried to explain the concept of Native American nations to me, I’m consistently confused. How are these nations different than what’s going on in the states in which they’re located? Why do we use American money in them? Who oversees judicial matters, and what happens if something happens in a sovereign nation between two non-Native Americans?

As convoluted as the whole concept still seems to me, I’ve finally come to one important conclusion: The most important thing to realize is that the Native American nations in the United States are really, at their most basic level, communities of people with a shared culture and history.

When we drove over the border into the Chickasaw Nation in Oklahoma, there was nothing different about the appearance of the landscape. People wore the same clothing inside the nation as they did in Oklahoma City. There was nothing remarkable about our entrance into the Chickasaw Nation, but that doesn’t mean there wasn’t anything remarkable to find there.

I quickly learned that the Chickasaw people are progressive, adept at adopting those things going on outside the official borders while still holding on to those ideas, concepts and traditions that set them apart from others. The Chickasaw Cultural Center, located about an hour from Oklahoma City by car, is a state-of-the-art, multi-building facility with several purposes, most notably to capture the essence of the Chickasaw culture, preserve and protect the Chicksaw history through extensive research and archives, and share Chickasaw culture with those like myself who are unfamiliar with it.

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Best of Kaleidoscopic Wandering 2011With 2012 knocking on my back door, I figured it would be appropriate to take a journey through the last 365 days of Kaleidoscopic Wandering. This travel blog has been going strong for two-and-a-half years now with a variety of narratives, advice, interviews and insights into tripping around the globe.

This year I started my travels with a trip to Baja California, Mexico, where I went whale watching in Magdalena Bay. Shortly thereafter, I met my dad in Costa Rica for a trip packed with hiking excursions. In March, I visited the Cook Islands for the first time. Though I don’t care for the word “paradise,” if I had to pinpoint it on a map, it might be located here.

Early in the summer, I took a trip to Vancouver, Canada, for a conference, then made it home just in time to hop into the car with my husband for an epic 35-day road trip that took us through 19 states and two Canadian provinces. Highlights of our trip included visiting the Distillery District in Toronto, wine tasting near Niagara Falls, catching a Washington Nationals baseball game and watching fireworks in Washington D.C. on the 4th of July.

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