Play this song while you look at the photos. It's a treat.
I really dropped the ball on the Venice continuation. Deepest apologies to my Nana - a devoted blog follower of mine.
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| This is not me trying to pose, for the record. It's me, not being ready for the picture. But who cares - look at the canal! |
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| so tired, and so happy. |
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| This was one of my favorite moments - weaving our way through the winding alleys, we unexpectedly rounded the corner into Piazza San Marco. Right at dusk, and as everything was illuminated. |
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| It was breathtaking. |
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| music playing in the square |
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| can you see the moon? can you feel the breeze? |
Most of Venice's public transportation is by boat. For a fraction of the cost of a gondola ride (since it appears that Venice is happy to capitalize on every tourist's stereotypical view of Italy), we took a ferry ride back to the bus station. It was a pinch me moment, because only hours earlier in the day I had been in New York - completely unaware that I'd be in another country the next morning.
We met a Scottish man on the boat, there with his wife. They had just come from spending a month in Germany. They planned to camp out in Venice for another month, before moving onto Turkey. Rough life, right? His accent was amazing - and he kept calling us lassies.
The best moment is explaining that we arrived in Venice that early afternoon, and planned on leaving in the morning. Confusion.
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| The flight home. Those. Are the Alps. |
