The whale count yesterday was a success - it took until nearly the end of the morning, but we had a show from what I think was a young male. He slapped his head several times, and then treated us to a breach. Note the kayaker in the bottom right hand side of the picture…wouldn't you have loved to be him?
Nice image to focus on, right?
After the count, the plantar fasciitis was really screaming again, but we went to KBC (Kona Brewing Company), where I had ahi and a Caesar salad for lunch (see, no chips, fries or meat), picked up Eliot, and had chicken and rice for dinner after a nap and packing to head to Las Vegas.
The flight was not very pleasant, lots of turbulence from incoming fronts, and only a short amount of time to sleep. When we awoke, my foot continued to throb amazingly badly as we traversed from terminal 6 to terminal 7 in order to catch the short hop to Vegas.
We arrived here without difficulty, managed to get ourselves to New York New York with a minimum of difficulty, and then checked in early for an extra $20 added to the bill. Not too slim or shabby, and I continued my good streak thus far of maintaining meatlessness. Red meatlessness, as it were. Today was day 14, and I made it through, despite some serious temptation!
As you can see, we had quite the German menu. You might see better if it were right side up, I'll have to figure out how to edit that some time in the near future. Just about everything was pork or beef, but we managed to find chicken bratwurst, so the lunch was saved!
The stein of dunkles bier was another thing.
From there, it was back to the hotel to take a nap, and then get ready for Love at the Mirage, followed by a random dinner. Somehow I managed to walk the 1 1/2 miles to get there, and we saw the show, and hobbled from the Mirage to Caesar's Palace to get dinner. At first, I was buoyed by the site of Carmine's on the directory, but was sadly informed that it will not be open until spring. Trevi's, another Italian restaurant, was available though, so we went there. I almost slipped, ordering a meatball/spaghetti meal, but caught myself in time and got a margarita pizza instead (didn't eat it all, we have leftovers for breakfast tomorrow). Wayne promised me at dinner that he would watch out for me while we were here.
I'm going to guess that being really tired, and smelling a lot of great meat in the air made me more than a little vulnerable, as did looking at the plate of the man across the way from us. Two ginormous meatballs. It's good to know I have a sponsor of sort in my husband, who has definitely got my back.
I did not bring the blood pressure monitor, so will not be tracking that over the next week. Let's see what a week of travel planned before I took this pledge to give up my favorite foods for 15 weeks turns out to be.
Good night all!
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