Last week I found myself in paradise for a few days. I managed to escape my Winter blues and the snow storms of Asheville and miraculousy land in sunny Las Vegas. 73 degrees of perfect walking weather that made my heart happy.
Walking by myself all day. Yes, Las Vegas is sin city with its neon lights, girls, girls, girls signs and debauchery, but I found sheer delight in quaint spots.
You can choose your own adventure when you are in Las Vegas. I got myself lost in every hotel. I strolled for hours in the Venitian hotel and dreamed I was in Italy. The hotel is designed to look like Venice with the Gondola boats gliding on the rivers and a Sistine Chapel look-a-like.
I feel blessed that I got to go there in the middle of the Winter.