Dear Santa, this is what I'd like, please...

Save water, shower with a friend., a photo by hippiefresh@ymail.com on Flickr.

Stumbled across this picture. It was a bar of soap I bought from the Hard Rock Hotel in Vegas. It reminds me of all the memories we made in there and it makes me want to go back so badly.

Being from the East Coast and being content with being from here, I've never found myself wanting to visit the West Coast. I remember visiting once when I was just five, but of course my memories are fuzzy and what did I know?? I was five.

Nothing about it really called out to me. But when I was offered the opportunity to stay at the Paris Hotel for free for an entire week (and my birthday week, no less!) how was I going to say no?!

While, I won't be moving anytime soon (sorry, I'll take my hurricanes over your earthquakes), I found myself in love with the little time I spent there. A different world for sure.

I think it's time to start saving for another trip. :) I'm aching to get away. I can feel it in my bones.