I'm extremely excited to be able to say I'm starting off this year's Slice of Life challenge by posting all about my trip to Las Vegas! And what better way to start than by starting from the beginning...starting from our plane ride.
I was favored with window seat this time and I was not planning to relinquish it. David got it for New York, so it was mine this time, and I think I had the better end of the deal. New York was a beautiful city to see and all from the plane, but you had to squint to find the Statue of Liberty (maybe we just had bad seats) and mostly it was just a lot of water and buildings coming in...Las Vegas was the complete opposite though. Las Vegas was desert.
I'm not from the desert. I've never been to the desert. This was completely foreign to me. Plus, you had a complete view of the Las Vegas Strip from afar coming in, so I saw EVERYTHING. So I stand by my getting the better end of the deal. I brought my book with me but could barely tear my eyes away from the window anytime a good view way available, which was most of the trip.
There were moments we passed over mountains with beautiful white, snowy caps that went on for miles. You think you're done with snow and winter is over and you never want to see it again...and then you see something like that and smile...maybe snow isn't all that bad. Then we would be enveloped by clouds again and everything would disappear for a while longer, leaving us waiting in anticipation for the next beautiful sight. As we got closer to Vegas and the land began to stretch out, the colors also began to show themselves. You think desert and you think brown. Oh no. The ground was this perfect dark shade of russet with splatters of red and yellow and green thrown on top. Then the sky, which went on forever, was adding all shades of blue to it. It was the most beautiful view ever. I could stare at that view all day.
But then the city starts to show, and I get the tiniest glimpse of lights flashing and my heart begins to race. We're almost there. The fasten your seatbelt light comes on. There is a short, quick beep and then the pilot comes on and explains we will be landing within the next few minutes and we need to start packing up. I'm officially *almost* in Vegas.
I was favored with window seat this time and I was not planning to relinquish it. David got it for New York, so it was mine this time, and I think I had the better end of the deal. New York was a beautiful city to see and all from the plane, but you had to squint to find the Statue of Liberty (maybe we just had bad seats) and mostly it was just a lot of water and buildings coming in...Las Vegas was the complete opposite though. Las Vegas was desert.
I'm not from the desert. I've never been to the desert. This was completely foreign to me. Plus, you had a complete view of the Las Vegas Strip from afar coming in, so I saw EVERYTHING. So I stand by my getting the better end of the deal. I brought my book with me but could barely tear my eyes away from the window anytime a good view way available, which was most of the trip.
There were moments we passed over mountains with beautiful white, snowy caps that went on for miles. You think you're done with snow and winter is over and you never want to see it again...and then you see something like that and smile...maybe snow isn't all that bad. Then we would be enveloped by clouds again and everything would disappear for a while longer, leaving us waiting in anticipation for the next beautiful sight. As we got closer to Vegas and the land began to stretch out, the colors also began to show themselves. You think desert and you think brown. Oh no. The ground was this perfect dark shade of russet with splatters of red and yellow and green thrown on top. Then the sky, which went on forever, was adding all shades of blue to it. It was the most beautiful view ever. I could stare at that view all day.But then the city starts to show, and I get the tiniest glimpse of lights flashing and my heart begins to race. We're almost there. The fasten your seatbelt light comes on. There is a short, quick beep and then the pilot comes on and explains we will be landing within the next few minutes and we need to start packing up. I'm officially *almost* in Vegas.
That sounds so beautiful!
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