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Lost again
... all those men were someone's son, someone's husband, lover, brother. It hurts my heart to think about what we do to one another and whilst I have the utmost respect for those that fought, I can't look at the cruelty of war. I think Mauricio is sorry for making me sad, but it is not his fault, I am happy to pay my respects. The Italians have made a wonderful place of homage here, it's very humbling. We live in a fortunate generation ...
Day 8 - June 27: Venezia
... St. Mark's Square and home. Once home, we have some fun times at the laundry. Rachel brings over a beer and Tony and I have a nice talk. Before dinner, seven of us head over to mini-golf for the Tony Challenge. Tony, OB, Anthony, Hannah, Maddie, Kate and myself prep for the big game which seems harmless enough until hole 3 when Anthony misses a gimme. In response, he drops an f-bomb ...
Venice a place we never thought we would visit
... and churches. We alight in Piazza St. Marco where we have reservations at a famous café, sit and listen to music under the stars, and have a drink or two. Tonight discounting dirt etc. Venice was all we expected it to be. After our three course meal of which dessert was the best, we climbed into two water taxis and headed for the main square, via a myriad of narrow canals. These canals ...
Venice - Day 3
... over Venice. We were all worn thin a bit and took a long afternoon break. Our early evening consisted of feeding the pigeons in our local square (Kaela has an almost fanatical love of feeding pigeons – perhaps it is because we have no pigeons in CO), and people watching by our local canal. It was a very nice way to spend a couple of hours.
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The Classic Water City
... She didn't speak a lick of English so our broken conversations involved me using Spanish, her answering in Italian, and an interesting mixture of hand gestures and head shaking to come to the agreement that I could rent a space in her attic to spend the night. She earned her nickname from her ability to sit perfectly still in front of a blank TV screen for hours with her death-shroud-like shawl until the phone rang, at which point she would promptly rise from the dead to run and ...