Las Vegas -- a city of architectural dream. Absurd in the day, glorious in the night -- a hodgepodge of style everywhere and every time. We walked ten miles total in sandals, exploring each flashy resort and casino until we absolutely couldn't walk another step.
People asked if Sin City it was a huge cultural shock for me. After all, I was just a missionary, right? But honestly, I'm just relieved that America doesn't have 70-feet-tall nude posters like those in Vienna. Man, those poor elders always complained about it to us sisters.
Highlights: getting to practice my German with foreign strangers....and totally running into one of the young members from the last ward I served in. Like, what. It's such a small world.
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| I totally had Easter at his house when I was a missionary. |
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