This winter, I went to Las Vegas with my dad. He likes travelling and he knew some friends there.
The plan was to celebrate the New Year in the heart of Las Vegas itself, called The Strip, and then to stay a few days to look around, and then to visit the Grand Canyon.
We barely made it to the Strip before midnight by cab. It's a very large boulevard that contains 12 corridors for cars (6 in each direction); nevertheless there were so many people that one had trouble getting through the crowd. My dad and I enjoyed the fireworks and the nice view (and the warm weather, in contrast with Canada) and then we went to our hotel.
The following few days we spent time visiting the world's biggest and most renowned hotels, shopping centers, eating at buffets and enjoing the casinos around the city.
At the end we booked a bus trip to The Grand Canyon. Obviously it was spectacular to see; however it was so huge and wide that I somehow got the feeling that I was in front of a huge poster instead the actual landscape: it felt so unreal.
After a few days of fun, delight and impressions, we both got back to the cold Montreal with a big anticipation for the upcoming summer.
1 comment:
This is good, but I think you missed a real literary opportunity with this narrative. I like how you mention the trip to Las Vegas--with all its artificial glitz and glamour--in juxtaposition to a trip to the Grand Canyon, which is a beautiful natural wonder. In a society in which we are overstimulated by images on t.v., movies, billboards, ads, etc., it strikes me as comical that the canyon is what seems "unreal" to you, especially having been in Las Vegas! I think it would make for a funny anecdote indeed if you were to compare more closely how you felt in LV compared to the Grand Canyon. Nevertheless, well-written and a fine job!
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