I’m coming to the end of one of the most amazing weeks I have ever experienced. It involved a daily horseback ride through spiraling canyons, plush valleys and Clint Eastwood worthy desert landscapes. It had hikes, top to bottom of the majestic Grand Canyon, 12 hours without encountering another soul through that spirituality-inducing monolith. Countless other treks and adventures, the death of another pair of hiking boots that will be buried here when I’m gone and a shower every other day if I’m lucky, or should I say, if I’m honest?
However, tomorrow as I lock up the one room cabin that has been my home and throw my rucksack into the back of the beat up 2002 4×4 I rented, among my thick socks, water bottle, torn Levi’s, pen knife and Stetson hat, will be my Isabel Marant shoes and my Dolce & Gabbana dress, as tomorrow I have a date with Pablo Picasso.
It’s time to say goodbye to the most star lit skies I’ve ever seen and hello to the Casinos lit one, the one that spins over the city of Las Vegas.
I’m wearing Dolce & Gabbana dress, Isabel Marant heels, Rolex watch, Scosha bracelet, Arizona smile and a Stetson cowboy hat, obviously!
