Botanical Garden Essay

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Botanical Garden Observations On this Wednesday evening at 1800 on October 05, 2016 I am at one of the most prestigious popular hotels on the Las Vegas, NV strip. I am at the botanical garden where a new world is created with flowers and other natural resources to create wonderment for the current season; each season is changed and every year is different. While inside the botanical gardens I first want to soak up my environment with my eyes closed; I can heighten my senses to the various sounds and smells and get a varying perspective on my area. Once I experience the area with my eyes closed for about ten minutes I then want to touch as much as I can and look around. I relax and soak up the experience, the smells and how my perspective changes …show more content…
It is known for this botanical garden to hold over 45,000 flowers at any given time. The smells I am indulging in are a mixture of sweet aromas of the flowers around me, people’s perfumes, people’s body orders and lastly the smell of the chocolate factory that sits directly in front of me. Just before the chocolate factory a small pond with a tree house and a water mill wheel sits with an old train engine as decoration. Across from the mill sits a decoration display made up of pumpkins and a big woven basket filled with many types of vegetables, with flowers surrounding the basket; the vibrant oranges, yellows and greens are absolutely beautiful. The ceiling is made of glass window panels that allow natural daylight to enter the exhibit. The natural lighting not only allows more light to showcase the display of flowers but also helps to reduce energy costs and helps the …show more content…
What I can tell and hear is that this family speaks Spanish. I am assuming either they are a Hispanic family from South America or from Spain. Being from a Mexican background, I can honestly tell you, just by looking at this family, that they are not from South America. People from Spain are a lot taller and with lighter skin color than the average Mexican person. To gain a better understanding of where they could possibly be from I walked closer to their direction; once I was closer I was able to pick up that their Spanish was from Spain and not the Spanish I was raised with from Mexico. This whole family was good looking, tall with distinct European features; they all had blue eye, dirty blond hair, the men were above six foot tall and the women were around five foot seven inches. The family was dressed with average looking clothing, such as jeans, nothing fancy or culturally different than the Americans. While observing the family I notice they were intrigued with all of the colorful flowers and the message the exhibit displayed. One thing that I loved about this family is that they were engaged with their children and teaching them the customs and culture of America. Since they were speaking a language I understood the conversations they were having with the two children I was able to follow. Unfortunately, Spain doesn’t celebrate a holiday like Thanksgiving; the closest holiday would

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