Everybody always complains about the horrors and tortures of flying, and although I’m not a regular air-passenger I’ve had my fair share of flying nightmares. But even still, there’s nothing more magical than being up in the air just as the sun is going down and looking out the window at all the stars on the top half of the sky, and the bright lights of the cities below.

When I flew to Vegas this past summer our transfer flight from Seattle was at night, so our flight to Vegas was in darkness. But it was an amazing sight to fly into Las Vegas, the brightest city in the world, and see all the lights below.

I’ve always hoped that as I continue to perform magic I’ll have more opportunities to travel. The world around us is spectacular.