|The first evening was spent wandering about the city |
streets, delightfully lost.
I have never really had a surprise trip before. Although I had some suspicions about the destination, I really did not ultimately know until I was at the gate. How is this possible in today's modern world of high security air travel? Let me just say that I did not even have to show one piece of identification from the moment I entered the airport until arriving at the hotel. Yes, apparently the hotel was more concerned about my identity than airport security, but alas that is a rant and not quite what I am in the mood for today.
So I arrived in Venice (not Venus as auto correct would prefer to have had me doing for some reason) and immediately fell in love.
|Of course we had to do a tour on the black gondola. I like to call this photo "rush hour in Venice."|
|To cross or not to cross? Translated this sign reads "Bridge of the Devil". Guess what I did?|
|How could I not fall in love with this place when waking to this view each morning of my short stay?|
|So true. I found this at the Peggy Guggenheim Museum and loved the sentiment.|