I wasn’t overly excited for Venice; Martin’s the one who insisted we go. Not that I put up much of a fight, but I reeeeally wanted to see the Cinque Terre instead. However, our next destination was Slovenia, and he pointed out that Venice was the logical choice, geographically speaking. Damn it. He was right. Who ever said women don’t compromise?
The minute we set foot in rainy Venice though, I couldn’t help but smile and giggle. Even hauling my hefty luggage bags over the countless bridges and stairs didn’t deter my amazement….