After the Irish breakfast (I ate only the scrambled eggs, a little piece of bread and butter, and the sausages fried to blackness and a piece of black pudding I gave to my husband). We returned to our hotel-apartment and I decided to go to the pool.

If I get into a pool, I swim and try to swim at least some distance possible for my strength, i.e. I do not sit in the pool — I swam — I got out. Well then I swam and got out, I stand over the pool and think: «Well you, Ira, of course, are quite a piece of work»! An adventuress! Such pools in Europe are like puddles after a downpour! You had to fly by 3 planes, and back still 4 await the return, in order to swim in a pool.

I do not even know what to call this out-of-town refuge. They have the name «resort» — a fenced territory with a large parking lot. Americans come only in their own cars for rest. We rented for four days a room with a separate entrance. But what strained me was that on the territory there was no eating place; you had to think yourselves about daily bread and about drinking water too. I boiled water for myself, and the Norwegian husband does not drink boiled water; he had to go for water to the nearest shop — a petrol station.

With transport there were no problems. We used Uber taxi. We had tickets to a David Copperfield show, and also a visit to the Grandiose modern computer building called the SPHERE.

Now I have reread what I wrote and I think: «well and primitively you write! Ira! You once dreamed of getting to America! You studied English. Why did you study it? To talk. With whom? With people. With what people? People, au!

People are not to be seen. Such buildings, everything seems civilised — identical 4-apartment houses, standing in two rows, next to them a parking lot for cars. Everything convenient, thought through. From early morning the scorching sun burns (this is a desert after all! 🌵) In the apartment there is everything (except food; food must be obtained). On the refrigerator door hangs information that food can be ordered and they will bring ready dishes, I think something Eastern, and I am a primitive woman, I recognise only my own cooked food. So, boil water for yourself and drink! There are a couple of packets of coffee, tea in the kitchen.

At some moment the husband tried to use this advertisement from the refrigerator and order food — it did not work. They did not answer. Then I guessed. To this «resort» Americans come to rest in their cars for weekend days, with their own products and a stock of drinks for several days. And here you have the system of American family rest. They arrived, parked, unloaded with products and things, went into the apartment with curtained windows and an air conditioner working without interruption and … that’s it. That is how they rest — they exhale. They «do not walk». If you need to go — they went out, sat in the car, drove. 🙄 Sometimes they sit in the pool, they do not swim. Children splash. I swam alone… (nothing to be done, a habit.)

The first morning in the outskirts of Las Vegas