The Waldorf Astoria

Before we left, Doug booked us two nights at the Waldorf Astoria, and here we are.

Right now I'm in the bathtub with a glass of red while Douglas plays Westland Survival. It's his equivalent to my blogging. We surely get dopamine from it.

Room 1703, we've moved in for two days. This is my first bath since leaving Florida. We were joking yesterday about how it now feels normal to go three days between showers. Honestly, it doesn't even bother me anymore, evidenced by the fact that I don't even think about it.

Parking the van was difficult. We drove around town for an hour on a wild goose chase, finally to be directed to the garage of Planet Hollywood across the street. They didn't charge us to park there in the locked gate area for oversized vehicles. We were instructed to remove our bikes and put them inside the van so they wouldn't be stolen. By the way, Little Miss is all clean inside and out and the sheets and blankets are washed. Thank you, Doug.

It was only a 40 minute walk through a smoky casino, down the street, up and down escalators and across streets twice, through the hotel, up to the 23rd floor to check in and then to the room. It's one of those fancy elevators where you have to use your keycard to make the elevator go to your floor. And there's a valet closet where staff can leave things for us without coming into the room.

We have an awesome view of the strip. Can't wait to see what it looks like tonight. This weekend is the iHeart Music Festival.

Las Vegas, beware.Okumaya devam et