Most people would likely plan their trip to Venice ahead of time, book a place to stay, arrive during the day and have some kind of plan. Not us. Nope. We show up late at night, find a hotel last minute, stay up way too late photographing the shadows and dark alleys, miss all hope for breakfast and wake up to a city of people wearing plastic blue, yellow, red and pink boots and decide to play in the rain, skip through the streets, drink wine and eat pizza in restaurants that are flooded with water and see it as the greatest adventure Venice could ever be.
Dear Venice: you could not have been more beautiful, ridiculous or perfect. Thank you. We gotta go! Rome, the coast then back to Trun, Switzerland to rescue the van.
@sarahollson – Amazing day! Let’s get you some new plastic shoe covers. 😆