Waking up in Venice was lovely. It is mostly very quiet, a nice change from the mornings in Rome and Florence. The quiet is occasionally interrupted by the sound of a boat making its way through the canal outside my bedroom window. The bed in the Air BNB is the best one yet – I didn’t want to get out of it, until I remembered WE ARE IN VENICE!! We grabbed our apartment key (with a flotation device) and headed out for the day.

The fog was better than when we arrived last night. We had plans to meet our tour guide, Romy, near San Marco Basilica. We were all shocked when we walked into the square and saw a gorgeous, huge, church – Saint Mark’s Basilica. We couldn’t see it at all the night before. Ty is over looking at the inside of churches so we skipped this one.

While waiting for Romy, I was standing under this gorgeous Venetian 24-hour clock tower, completely unaware of the pigeons overhead. I felt what I thought was a rain drop on my shoulder. Then realized it wasn’t raining. Yep. The pigeon shit on my shoulder. The guide assured me that was good luck.





Because our Burano tour was cancelled, we had to change plans and Romy walked us around the island, showing us so many highlights that we would have never noticed or known walking on our own. I’m going to try to share a few nuggets of information with you, but I highly recommend a tour with Romy. I can share her information if you are interested.
Venice was “born” on March 25, 421 AD. It started as 116 islands and 177 canals. Early settlers built wooden structures on the edge of the islands using wooden piles. The water and silt caused the wood to petrify – the perfect foundation for buildings that have lasted for centuries.







After our tour, the kids were ready for a rest. Not me! Jay and I got them situated in the apartment and we attempted to get lost in Venice. We sat down at one cute restaurant along a canal for a drink. We were having a lovely time, and the couple at the table next to us started causing a bit of a scene. Turns out a rat crawled up the table and onto the guy’s lap!!!!!!! His girlfriend was freaking out. Jay saw the whole thing go down, and then he watched the rat climb up another table. He chugged the last of his wine and we got up to pay the bill. I told a waiter what was happening, and we watched the rat head down an alley. The exact alley that Jay and I had to go down. We saw a guy stomping his foot in a doorway, the doorway to the restaurant kitchen. And then, just as you would picture in a movie, the chef saw what was happening and he shouted “MAMA MIA!!” It was perfection.



We fly home on Sunday. Three Italian cities in a week! We have seen so much, and I am blessed to have been able to experience this part of Europe. Lily’s favorite part was The Colosseum in Rome. Ty’s favorite was The Roman Forum. Jay’s favorite was wandering around Rome and seeing old stuff everywhere. Venice was my favorite. There is no place like it anywhere else in the world.
