Somewhere

When I traveled to Jamaica in February,  my aunt D was bummed that we didn’t wait until her spring break so I told her that I would go somewhere with her and her choice of “somewhere” was Las Vegas.

It’s kind of funny because she doesn’t strike me as a Vegas kind of person but here we are again and we arrived via a nonstop flight that required me to get up at 3:00 a.m. I don’t sleep much before I fly so it worked out and, to my surprise, the plane was packed.

My cousin C, who also came along, scared the daylights out of me because she suddenly didn’t feel well and I thought I might have to signal a flight attendant. It’s very scary, though, to be in the air and  someone is not feeling well because it’s not like you can call urgent care but, if you luck out, there might be a nurse or doctor on board... Somehow, I remained calm and I tried my best to pour supportive and healing energy into my cousin. Thank God, she’s feeling better...

Since we arrived in Vegas so early, we went to Valley of Fire State Park. The signage is not the best and I struggled to find it even with a GPS. There are not many exits around that area and it cost me eleven miles but a gas station clerk directed me to where I needed to go.

I am proud of myself for not giving up or getting frustrated and it turned out to be a very nice, “off the grid” experience.

Rams. Wish that I had rolled the window down...