We arrived in Venice in the late afternoon, and even after seeing the wonders of Croatia, I was still impressed by Venice. [In retrospect, Dwayne would have given up Venice if he had to choose just 4 cities. I would have given up Hvar, or you know, that eternity that Wes was lost.]
Our amazing travel agent got us a hotel within sight of the end-of-the-line bus stop. No cars are allowed in Venice, so all wheels stop in one spot and the boats begin. But it meant that we just had to drag our luggage a little past a parking lot and not across any of the 400 hundred bridges of Venice, not did we have to rely on water taxis to get us to our beds.
Which meant we dropped off our bags and it was go, go, go! time, at least by my watch.
On the first open square we crossed, we had not-traditional Viennese waltzing. Okay, it wasn't Italian in the least, but the Eastern exoticness matched the awe I already had for Venice.
It was after 5pm and we hadn't fed the kids lunch yet, so we decided to do family pizza night for our first night in Italy. The pizza was good, the wine better, the company and service delightful. We got an entire game of cribbage in after that meal. Even when we ventured out again and realized that off any beaten path, the pizza was half the price we had paid, we were still satisfied with the experience.
Yep, that's our Piper!
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