After that we wondered what to do next. We decided to go see the famous lions at the MGM. The trouble is the MGM is at the other end of the strip. But we had strollers and Eric had willing shoulders for carrying Lucas, so off we went. Twenty minutes later we got there and the Lions were not there! We saw that they would be back in twenty minutes, so we hung out at waited. We were not the only ones. Soon little faces were pressed up to every side of the glass. The lions came out and we waited, we had heard that there would be a little show or demonstration. So we waited and waited, as did everyone else.. only to later find out that nope, what you see is what you get. Still not sure why everyone else was still standing there for so long.
At this point we had 30 minutes until the next shuttle would be available to pick us up. If we missed this one we would have to wait a hour for the next. We can make it, it only took us 20 minutes. So we hustled and hurried. We must have been quite the site a lot of very tall people (all 6'1" or taller), and then me, hurriedly pushing three strollers down the strip and Lucas on Eric's shoulders.
About halfway through our
As we hurrying I realized my lovely sandals, which I've worn for over a year, were becoming my worst nemesis. My feet were burning I knew what was happening. Blisters. I just gritted my teeth and kept on my way. In our mad dash, we managed to find two broken elevators (which we needed to cross the street) and a "short cut" which had us literally going in circles, but we somehow made it.
Luckily our family were the only ones on the shuttle so at least we didn't hold anyone else up and we left the driver a nice tip for waiting for us. And after changing clothes, which I could literally ring out and a nice dip in the pool life was good again. And the strip, yeah we were definitely done with it. A bit overrated for our non-drinking, non gambling family.