A trip to Vegas turns out to be a battle between a man, his mother-in-law and his gambling addict of a grandmother.
Do I need to bring a passport to go to Vegas?
My mother-in-law, whom I've dubbed La Madre, has only flown to immigrate from, or return to Sicily. It's an unknown concept for her to fly within a country. I mean, in Italy, she has told stories of riding around on mules or something like that, but in America, to fly for five hours, surely you needed a "passaporta."
Little did she know how different a world it is in Las Vegas.
My Grandma, on the other hand, was a bit traumatized that we were seeing so many shows.
