It smells like Biloxi, Mississippi

So, I had pretty much written off Venice. It was niggling at me to be so close and not see it. When Scott proposed we go, I jumped at the chance. I knew it would be a long day for everyone, and just hoped it would be worth it, Like Florence, I have heard mixed reviews about Venice, so I wasn't sure what to expect.

The drive in was ugly. I just didn't think any part of Italy should be ugly. It's even ugly as you are walking into the city. On the drive across the causeway, I said out loud, "It smells just like Biloxi, Mississippi." That's not something I wanted to utter while here. I was just thinking we were on a fool's errand when I rounded the corner and actually saw the city. I knew then it would be a special day. We kind of went bass-ackwards though the city, but it was like we were the only people there. Around every corner was a photo waiting to happen. We started to follow signs to San Marco and emerged on the grand canal by the Rialto bridge. Ah-here is where all the people are! We plunged into the throng and made our way to the end of the town. You are cramped all the way through Venice with tiny, almost claustrophobic streets until you come out into huge St. Mark's square.

I have seen a lot of things that amazed me, but this may take the cake. The sheer size of everything, the music playing, etc. It's like nothing I have ever seen before. It brought tears to my eyes. You just want to run through it yelling "I'm in Venice!" We usually abhor touristy things, and the gondola ride was outrageous, but we did it anyway.

I hate to think we almost missed Venice. Having said that, I don't know I would go back. I think it's one of those places that you should see, but it's not really a place I want to hang out. So, like others, I guess I have mixed reviews about Venice.

I've spent a little time today making some plans for Rome. I can't wait. The only bad thing about going to Rome is it means our trip is drawing to a close.