I woke up this morning, boarded a plane and watched the landscape evolve from 30,000 feet above the earth. My land of lakes and streams and woods slipped away to open farmland and rippling plains that surrendered to the jagged peaks of the Rockies and ended in an oasis in the desert. As each mile faded behind me, so too did the layers of stress that threatened to suffocate me in the last few weeks. By the time we arrived in our destination, I felt 10 pounds lighter and actually smiled at strangers.
Can you guess where I am right now? I’d have pictures but *someone* forgot to pack her digital camera’s card reader.
Let’s put it this way: I can visit Paris, Venice, the Sahara all in one shuttle trip around town.
Yup, you go it. Sin City.
Not my first choice for a family trip with a toddler. But we had the opportunity to go. I am not one to pass on travel opportunities.
It’s always surreal to me to leave home in the cold and wet and dark and arrive somewhere that offers sun and heat and palm trees. And people live here! This is their life. I imagine what that must be like. To see mountains on the horizon as you move about your day. Appreciate that if you do because I am so freakin’ jealous.
After only one day in Vegas, I’ve made the following observations:
There are a lot of people with a lot of money to burn in this town.
There are a lot of people here who look like they cashed in their life savings to be here.
Some people move around the casinos on Segways.
Some couples buy matching “Las Vegas” outfits to wear around town.
For the record, I am not and have never been a gambler. I’ll not be rolling dice or wrestling the one-armed bandit.
More to come.