It was Saturday, June 5th, my baby brothers birthday. This was the day that we embarked on our long journey to Fairbanks, Alaska. I rushed to pack boxes - all of the things that wouldn't fit into the trunk - to ship to Fairbanks. We traveled light and I boxed up as little as possible, but I made sure all of my turtle necks would make it.
We could have gone directly from Prescott, Arizona, through Page, but decided to say farewell to Las Vegas, in hopes that we would meet again. We grabbed a bite to eat at Taqueria Canonita located at the Venetian. This restaurant is one of dozens located along a river inside the casino, created for the purposes of fantasy. Tour guides take tourists and lovers alike on gondolas. Tones from their tenor voices echo and resonate as the gondolas are guided down the slow current. The guacamole at the Taqueria Canonita is divine. The avocado is my favorite fruit and it can become to easy for me to over indulge. I did 7 spins (my limit) in Mega Bucks, no luck, and we went on our way.
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