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- Swimming pool
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... Luckily I was with a small group and you really do learn a lot with a knowledgeable guide. My evening tour/gondola ride got cancelled due to rain. Venice in a big thunderstorm is a sight as restaurants scramble to bring in their tables, gondoliers jam up canals trying to cover their vessels and commuters are packed like ...
... or parks. Or trees. There's no colour green anywhere. And I love the colour green :( and I mega love trees. I couldn't ever live here. When I went to Burano yesterday, that's when I finally got to see grass and trees. But the main island of Venice has only got this area that nobody goes to off on the east that has parks, but unless you go specifically out there, you won't see any green. Anywhere. The canals are a lovely ...
... all but gone although I did get the most terrible fright when Branka started talking on her microphone in the bus which woke me up and frightened me to death - causing a return of headache and amusement for Phil! It was a lovely day but for once I was glad to return "home". Beautiful Dubrovonik - not enough time! DOVIDENJA Our next two days are spent at sea returning to Barcelona . We are looking forward to it but sad at the impending end of the cruise. It is strange at how ...
... stood for particular reasons over others. What does it stand for?L: It's called the Ponte dei Sospiri..Do you know what that means?M: hmmm..I can maybe guess? The bridge that has something to do with breath? life? idk, what does sospiri mean?L: sighs....its called the Bridge of SIghs.M: Because its such a remarkable sight? That people sigh at its beauty?L: No, you see, its actually a prison to the right side of the bridge...A prison made for ...
... craggy, pine covered Dolomite Mountains of Italy towered above us. We drove through tunnels that sliced right through the mountains, each one a little longer than the other and incredibly, poorly lit but it didn’t stop the Italians driving like maniacs and just when we thought we’d seen every kind of potential suicide we passed a middle aged woman on a bicycle peddling to her heart’s content alongside juggernauts, coaches and the nutters. We ...