CENT Days 15 & 16
By the time our last day in Vegas rolled around irritation at those people who stood on corners snapping vulgar pics of girls at every passerby had mounted to a breaking point. Even the Fountains of the Bellagio and the elegance of the Venetian at night (above) couldn’t prevent the fraying of Vegas’ false fronts, and the seedy, downright nasty side of the city reared and bucked at every opportunity.
Early in the morning we passed by twins who looked near 80 glued to their slot machines. Four hours later, they hadn’t moved an inch. On the way to dinner, we speculated about the two elderly women and wondered if they’d won or lost and how either outcome affected their lives. We saw a tattered homeless man wearing a sign that said, “Why lie? I need a cold beer?”
On one occasion, rather than battle the throngs for the escalator, we used the elevator instead. The stench of urine in the elevator illustrated why the majority of pedestrians preferred other modes of transport. We had a lovely dinner at the Venetian, though the service left much to be desired, and afterward watched the volcano show at The Mirage.
Here is a link to the volcano erupting:
The sun shone brightly the following morning and we journeyed to Phoenix through marvelous vistas and canyons. One in particular, Texas Canyon proved fascinating, boulders of all shapes and sizes stacked precariously on top of each other - I couldn’t help but think of The Flintstones! And yes, I’m that old.
I couldn’t wait to see Georgia, my editor, and meet her family. What fun! Her grandbabies are delicious, two boys, one girl, all absolutely adorable kids. Georgia and Hot Rod and her daughter and son and John and I went out for a delectable dinner at The Stockyard. What a wonderful ending to the day and a terrific beginning for exploring the city of Phoenix.
Cheers,
JC