What did you think I was going to say?
Of course later I'll have
T is for...
F is for...
But for now, V is for Venice.
|Eat your heart out, Amal.|
We actually made it to Venice, Italy. Looked just like the Venetian in Vegas. Just kidding.
I just can not figure out these bidet things they have in the bathrooms. Frontward or backward? What's with the "special" towels? They also had a sprayer between the toilet and the bidet. This, I found out the hard way, is to clean the toilet. I now know what it feels like to have your butt hole pressure washed. Just saying.
I brought the wrong clothes. I needed a coat, boots, hat and mittens. I had a jacket and socks.
I have never been around such history. Everything is old, old, old.
Speaking of that...I was amazed how many grandfathers were vacationing with their granddaughters. Lot of hotties with old guys.
I did get assaulted by one big ass sea gull.
Hit me in the head while scooping up Hunter's bacon at breakfast. He had left to get a croissant.
Saturday was a half day tour and then a wine lesson/tasting. It was also the University graduation.
Sunday was a fun day. Walked to the Peggy Gugggenheim Mueum. Our wine lady is married to the curator. Then walked along the water into a throng of people. Initially thought it was the cruise boats letting off. No, it was Venice's annual Walk the Bridges. The people were everywhere. Did Murano and Burano later in the day.
Okay. Next up T is for....
(not a body part)