vencie schmenice

I went to Venice over the weekend.  Some of the time it felt like Disneyland and all of the time it smelled like salty laundry.  These are the things I remember:

Staring at my gelato cone face down in the concrete after I licked it too hard sorry.
Buying a "it's all gonna be okay" gelato in a cup.

Riding in an overpriced gondola solo.  My striped guy sang and whistled as people took pics I’m a star.

Getting lost (surprise), ripping my useless map in pieces, skyping my mom from an internet cafe, and ending up in yet another police officer’s presence.  This time, however, the cop called me a cab.

Staying the night in a campground with complimentary alcohol.

Hiding in my tent post-check-out because rain.

Spending my entire second day with a Brazilian girl I met on the bus, practicing her English.

Playing musical chairs on the train ride home trying to avoid the ticket man.

I spent the rest of my time in Canal World wandering in and out of souvenir shops looking for a Christmas ornament for my mother.  Supply is low in late May.

Love and hugs,
Kay