Actually that was last night. I’ve spent the last two days in Salt Lake City on a business trip wrapping up a proposal.  My hotel was on 400 West meaning it was 4 blocks west of Temple Square.  Most city streets are named in relation to their location from Temple Square.

The more I visit, the more used to this naming system I get. It’s similar to Washington, D.C.’s alphabet-based streets crossing roads and avenues named for each of the fifty states.

This morning I’m sitting in McCarran International Airport in Las Vegas waiting for a colleague’s flight from San Jose to arrive.  From here we’ll head off for a meeting on another proposal.  I’ll fly home tonight.

Behind me there sits a family from England. The kids are talking with their Grandparents about this and that but with the cutest British accents ever. Kids speaking with accents is one travel’s rewards for me.  Drawn to children as I am anyway, these little people with accents draw me in even deeper.

It reminds me of Justin and how far away I am from him when I travel. He would love it here in Las Vegas. We’ve talked of spending a weekend here before he begins school in a few weeks. He’d love the architectural themes of the hotel and resorts.

Gotta run.

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