Waking up to an obscene level of heat! Someone's renovating their yard...
Raul's friend, Raúl, who worked with him in Havana.
You don't have to go to the casinos to gamble in Las Vegas-- but you can't buy the lottery.
A fish tank full of rice.
Raúl and (believe it or not)Alex chilling poolside. I never expected to hear the name Fidel Castro so many times on a 4th of July.
Rauly in his element.
The most gorgeous sunset.
We heard fireworks and, later, thunder. It even down-poured for a hot second, which is rare in Las Vegas.
A very large beetle. We saw way too many cockroaches for my taste scurrying throughout the city.
Such a sweet familia! Gracias por todo.
Out on the town, and this is the wall in the parking lot stairwell of some casino. Not just on this floor, on EVERY floor. Huh?
Casino life...
Although I saw more than my fair share of over-intoxicated individuals and gambling addicts, I would return to Vegas to explore that underground magic and entertainment scene.
Liberace's Rolls Royce, of course.
The Bellagio was so over-the-top and tacky that I couldn't help but love it. It was like someone tripped on hallucinogens and got a glass-blower to create everything imaginable.
Late night Mexican fast food, if five-pound burritos is your kind of thing at 3AM.
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