We're leaving at the crack of dawn tomorrow for Las Vegas. I hate flying (and yes, Dorothy hate is a strong word, but I hate it). I'm just not a good traveller. I have suffered from motion sickness all my life - I can't even be a passenger in a car - I have to drive. This affliction has had a huge impact on our vacation plans. I'm always concerned about how far a resort is from the airport - whether or not the roads are straight or curvy. It is not only embarrassing but it rules me to a large extent.
It's not quite as bad when I travel with Leo as I can medicate myself into oblivion and rely on him to take care of me, but when I travel by myself I usually have to be capable of driving at my destination, therefore Gravol isn't an option.
I remember when I was a child (back in the dark ages) and flights to Britain took approximately 12 hours. My poor Mum would sit with a bag in front of me for 90% of the flight. Yes, I think I've thrown up on just about every mode of transportation available.
Well, enough about that - we've got tickets for shows and Leo has every meal planned - did I tell you Leo loves to eat? Sandra once said to me if we went to the moon and came back, the first thing Daddy would ask is what did we have to eat!!!! She was right.
Tomorrow night I hope to be standing in front of those fountains at Bellagio - they are one of my favourite attractions!