Now THAT was a vacation day
Mandalay Bay’s beach in Las Vegas. Where sitting in 98-degree dry heat felt a lot cooler than 70 degrees in the dog-breath humidity of D.C.
I wasn’t there long, as I only had a couple hours before my (thankfully late) checkout time. But yeah, all my distaste for Vegas melted away as I sat with my toes in the wave pool and contemplated absolutely nothing because I was happy to be who and where I was.
A million more photos to upload from my last trip, but this is one of my favorites.