4 Days and No International Incidents.

Buon Giorno! It is Friday here in Venice. We could be out enjoying the city in an open air gondola, listening to an accordian player and tenor singing O Sole Mio in the key of f sharp, BUT we are inside in an internet cafe typing. Ah...this must be how the jet setters really live.

We went to Murano island where highly skilled Italian artisans blow hot glass into ashtrays and paper weights. However, rather than to view these experts at their craft, we had a beer and watched old people walk by. Really, once you have seen a glass gondola in one shop, you are pretty much an expert at it. Every shop, except for the Yamaha shop (tell me why that was there), had identical glass products in their windows. So, we bought a window instead.

I made fast friends with a gondolier. We sang James Bond music together and made bicycle horn noises...Robin hated it and threatened suicide. But as luck would have it, we arrived at the end of our journey - JUST IN THE NICK OF TIME!

We will be coming home soon, so I must go and enjoy mid 80's weather, the smell of tomato sauce, the smiles of my 3 girls, and the smooth flavor of some pretty darned good vino.

Ciao.

Stubie...