Venice or bust

We ran for flights (Julie) and tweaked a calf muscle (Rebecca), and survived economy (Luther), and we are here! Day 1 found us spending some quality at Venice’s Marco Polo Airport then taking a private water taxi to our hotel at the convergence of two canals in the Dorsoduro district near the Accademia. We lunched on tasty pizza bought from a store front. Luther ate hotdog pizza, and we even saw French fry pizza and thought of Abby. What will those Italians think of next?

We managed to squeeze in the Peggy Guggenheim Museum between our pizza and gelato courses. Not an easy feat. Dinner was at a restaurant with a lovely outdoor arbor-covered patio. Grilled shrimp and fish, all with heads on, eyeballs intact and tails almost flapping were the main entrees. Yum! It’s time to sleep (after a nightcap, of course!) and try to get onto “Italy time.”

Tomorrow we’re planning on hitting the Doge’s Palace and San Marco. Dennis, Laurie and the girls arrive tomorrow afternoon so we’ll rendezvous with them once they make it off the boat.

Julie’s first Italian word: saldi! Yes, that does mean sale, and she learned it all on her own. She’s a natural, Too bad her credit card was declined (a momentary glitch).

Luther has returned with our bottle of cold prosecco. Cheers!

P.S. Please inform the treasury, George Bush or someone with some sense that the current dollar to euro exchange rate must be abolished!