Another trip has passed. This time the invading force was considerably larger.
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Steve |
Kitty |
Tony |
 Leslie |
 Zanne |
 Tracey |
 Eleanor |
 Victor |
 Tigger |
 Slash |
 Dave |
 Tammy |
 Tom |
 Chris & Alyson |
 Katie & Eric |
Not all trips start at the airport, but this one did.
Dulles Airport in Virginia.
To FrankenFurter, Germany.
Finally, Venice! From there we had a boat ride from Marco Polo Airport. Eleven weary travelers were divided between two boats, with Eleanor, Leslie, Victor, Dave & Me. We had a sizable lead, when suddenly the other boat veered to the left. What was this we asked? Did their driver (skipper) know a short cut. With in moments we were deep in the heart of the City of Venice.
We got a great view of Venice
But then we came to a stop, and we had to inform our driver that he had taken us to the wrong spot. So the boat heaved off the pier and the driver took the short cut to get us to our hotel. Some of those passage-ways were quite narrow, and our boat was not all that small.
At Last we made it to open water, and shortly thereafter our hotel. The Savoia & Jolanda.
Day one was mainly travel recovery Some of us napped, other of us donned familiar costumes and set out to explore
Zanne led the way in buying the first mask. Which brought Victor to his knees.
Speaking of knees. Kilts are not a common sight in Venice. The wearing of one seems to attract the most attractive...uh...men. Fortunately Zanne was there to protect me from any unwanted advances.
And then we allowed the sites of Venice to overwhelm us!
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Dusk arrived
and finally we dined. I was too groggy to remember where, but it was a pleasant Italian Restaurant (go figure) near the Piazza San Marco. Revived with food, we wandered the darkened city a little longer.
But only for a little while, as the energy levels were still rather low. Soon, we bid one another good eve & crashed hard.
Onto the next day of Sinful delights.
