Leaving Las Vegas. (Blogtober #11)

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I’m leaving on a jet plane…

Typically, when vacations end and I’m on a plane about to head back home, I nurse that melancholy, vacay-is-over-back-to-work-help-me feeling. Reason #1,097,012 why I need to quit my job, gain some kind of independent wealth, and just travel the world and write. Anyway, I’ve decided, as I wait for liftoff, to focus on the positives of this grand trip.

1. I went to a place I’ve never been before. This Square Peg loves that. There’s nothing like a travel adventure in a brand new place.

2. I was with friends that are more like family. No further explanation necessary, other than saying that these people are infinitely loved.

3. Bucket lists. I can cross the following off, which were high on the list: seeing the majesty of the Grand Canyon, taking in the endless lights on the Vegas strip, and watching the waters of the Bellagio fountains shoot up into the sky. The Hoover Dam wasn’t on the list, but certainly gets an honorable mention.

4. The airport. Have I expressed how fascinating airport terminals are to me? So shiny and filled with places that will marvelously ruin diets. The terminal is everything.

There’s a lot more to appreciate about this awesome trip, but I’ll leave you with those. Thanks for following me along as I spent a few autumn days in this desert town.

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Autumn in Vegas: Chill. (Blogtober #10)

On this, our final full day in Las Vegas, we visited the home of my bestie’s niece and enjoyed a hearty dinner with her family. I am full, content, and slightly melancholy at my vacation ending tomorrow. But the end of a vacation means another should come soon, right? Plus, I made a new friend.

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Meet Nino. Lover of soft hugs and food that happens to falls onto the ground. Perhaps I’ll miss him most of all.

Autumn in Vegas: All of the Lights (And those Fountains) (Blogtober #9)

We made it to the Vegas strip this evening.

We saw the amazing lights and the enormous hotels bearing the names of Trump and Caesar.

We saw all kinds of sights, saw all kinds of interesting people, and tried very hard to avoid the Chewbacca impersonator who was slinking his way toward us.

What clinched this experience, however, was strolling through the beautiful Bellagio hotel and standing before its indescribable fountains. As classical music punctured the dramatic ascension of the waters into the evening sky, I held my breath and may have promised myself that I would fall in love someday at that very spot. (I may have also thought of Brad Pitt standing before those fountains during the finale of Ocean’s Eleven.) It really was everything.

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