This past weekend we went up with the intent to find Brian a place to live during the weeks that I won't yet be there, and, well, that was a big, fat fail. What wasn't a fail, however, was looking for the "las".
Everyone, including myself, has this preconceived notion of what Vegas is like- the strip, the gambling, the shows, the nightlife... I never minded the idea of moving there, but I was convinced that there was more to Vegas than these things. There was a city out there- a city where people live and grow up and work and go to the grocery store. There's more to Vegas than the tourist-y parties everyone sees in the movies, and therefore, I have made the decision to call the city Las Vegas, where Las = Mas!
I was very excited about the things we found: neighborhoods that reminded me of Glendale, Arrowhead, Mesa, and Goodyear; beautiful synagogues; areas where you couldn't see the strip at all, where young families were out for lunch; lots of green; wide, well-kept roads; a city that was fairly easy to get around, and that was much smaller than the map made it seem. I know there's still more- once I get there and meet people, whole worlds will open up- but I'm starting to find the "Las"!
Some pictures from the last week:
Obi: 17 weeks |
Samson: Less than 11 months and 20,000 miles and counting... |
Sleepiest Johnny there ever was |
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