We spent the first day of our vacation - just the two of us - in Miami. We made the stop in order to do some "power-shopping", which is what we (and half of the Caribbean and Latin America) did. Walmart - a 24-hour Walmart - was like an oasis in the desert. The promised land. People with 3-4 carts piled HIGH, ready to take their goods back home. We were no exception, but we only had one bag, so two hours was enough to fill it up - all 46 lbs! So "Walmart" rings in our ears, but I can't forget the sound of opening an icy can of diet pop, either.
December 2nd (recycling last year's Christmas card from Dad. Thanks, Dad!)
Inside card it reads:Christmas in Las Vegas - well, beginning of December at least. I don't know what I was expecting but I certainly wasn't expecting low 30's! It was cold - the bitter Arctic wind that makes your pace faster. Maybe that's why that first evening we made it all the way down to Paris. We hadn't got much sleep - up at 4 a.m. and 3 flights to Vegas, but the combination of excitement, lights, and cold kept us going until after midnight. The Strip was exciting at night, especially after daily "apagones" in Ecuador. It seemed really strange to be surrounded by nonstop lights and sounds knowing back home some people are sitting in the dark!
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