Welcome to Vegas

After a sad goodbye to our friends from home we boarded yet another plane and headed for the bright lights of Vegas. We arrived at midnight to find the airport absolutely heaving with people and were sorely tempted to try our luck on the slot machines by the boarding gate we arrived into!!

We jumped into a taxi (after a long, but orderly and surprisingly quick queue – which Sarah appreciated) we arrived at the timeshare apartment that we were staying at for the week (courtesy of Sarah’s parents – thank-you again). The apartment was fabulous with kitchen, dining room, lounge, utility room, huge bathroom and bedroom with a walk-in wardrobe. It’s better than the apartment we’re living in in Ottawa! We were both hungry so walked to the 24 hour garage to get some food where we got talking to the cashier who proceeded to tell us his life story. He told us that he was adopted and originally his birth parents were from Ireland. The strange thing was that he was the second person in the space of thirty minutes to tell us their life story and that they were adopted. The taxi driver did the same thing. Most odd. After stuffing ourselves with boiled noodles we rolled into bed at 3am (6am Atlanta time).