Today, we rushed to the train station and made it just in time. Someone thought we were leaving an hour later. But we made it. We took the high speed line to Venice. As we approached you could feel the energy of the place. Perfect weather brought everyone out and it was electrifying. It took us forever to buy our vapretto ticket to St Marco and with luggage it was an adventure but we made it to the hotel safely

Where the kind gentleman (and super cutie) told us to head to the nearby islands. Sundays are the worst day to be on Venice. So off we went to Mureno, know for its glass. Lots and lots of shopping there, someone was not to happy. And just when he thought I was done, I mentioned Bureno, know for its pascal colors and lace. You could almost see his face contort. But like any dutiful hubby, we boarded the vapretto to Bureno. And after some more shopping, i was done…

That’s when it got interesting because we needed to get all of the way back to Marco (and I’ll be honest it was no longer visible). So we got in line. When suddenly the other vapretto driver yelled boat to St Marco. So off we headed with the masses. Ever heard of the slow boat to China? Well, I’m pretty sure we were on it. Let’s just say we got a complete tour of the islands. And someone was hungry…so as you can imagine.

We finally arrived, dropped things off at the hotel and headed for dinner. We settled in with our wine, ordered and waited and waited and waited. When I noticed that the other table got what appeared to be our meal, I broke and asked where our meal was. To which, she quickly grabbed ours off of the other table, and rushed to the kitchen.

An interesting day, no.