You're here - your dreams came true; you're in Venice, baby!
Feast your eyes upon thee
So, what do I think of Venice? Well...
...Venice stinks. Literally. Imagine your worst sewer on a hot, humid day and double it. Maybe triple it. Yep, it's an old stinkaroo, but, luckily, the stink does not follow you once you move from the canals.
Another thing to look after are the pick pocketers. I wore a sort of pouch bag under my T-shirt, and kept there our valuables like documents and money. Be sure to make copies of your credit cards, your ID's, and passports, and leave the originals in the hotel, or wear them with you in the pouch bag. Nothing can ruin a trip like being mugged, and you won't even notice! We didn't give the thieves that pleasure as I watched at my over-the-shoulder-bag like a hawk. Doesn't mean you should be over stressed or worried about that, just cautionary. What's the point of vacation if you're not relaxed?
On our journey we met Pepé, our dear friend,
don't know what's the deal with the grass, maybe he suffered from jet lag. Pigeons. You never know with them.
A water nymph. Almost.
Water is so close.
"Roads? Where we're going we don't need roads." Ta ta ta ta ra ra ta ta... Okay, it's not "Back to the Future", but close enough! You might consider a water taxi for exploring the canals.
What's a journey without random pics?
Dare to enter? PRESS Y/N
Winged lion, an old simbol of Venice.
See ya soon in part due!