Monday I headed to Las Vegas with my mom and mother-in-law for the Glass Craft and Bead Expo, four days of workshops and exhibits, mostly about art glass, but with a few other odds and ends thrown in, as well. Classes didn't start until today (Wednesday), so yesterday the moms and I headed off to explore the Strip. (We're staying at the South Point Hotel and Casino which is pretty far off the main drag.)
Thanks to overfull shuttle buses, we ended up, along with Anita, another glass artist, taking the city bus. I convinced them it would be an adventure. When we got off the bus at the point we needed to transfer to another which would take us to the Strip, I pointed and said, "We could just walk. Look, Mandalay Bay is right there."
Yeah, Mandalay Bay had to have been at darn near two miles away. At the turtle speed we walked, it took us almost an hour to get there. Exhaustion overtook. Not even The Little Church of the West Wedding Chapel could lift our spirits.
Once we reached Mandalay Bay, we collapsed in a coffee shop for iced mochas and a snack, and then took in the shark aquarium. Then we were on foot again, destination: the Bellagio to see Chihuly glass. Along the way, we took a couple of trams and passed through a few more casinos. I started taking pictures of all the things I thought Rowan would have liked to have seen. So, here's a photographic tour of Las Vegas designed for a 12-year-old girl...with a sweet tooth.
We finally gave up after a quick walk through the Bellagio and headed home. My Fitbit told me that we walked nearly seven miles. The moms were impressed with themselves. When I suggested a walk before dinner today, all I got were glares.
