A million years ago, I went to Las Vegas with my parents. I was 19 (for those into the math, that makes me 1,000,019 years old). First and foremost, I must tell you that I bought my “Vegas” shoes there and I still love every inch of them. They are sitting in storage in Ohio because they don’t really fit anymore. I also bought a Vegas dress that is now so out of style. I actually donated it around 6 years ago. It didn’t fit anymore either.
Those were my souvenirs from Las Vegas, Nevada, but my memories include things I couldn’t bring home: great memories.
You know, the usual with travel!