Last night Papa and Donna took the kids out to dinner, leaving Zac and I for a night to ourselves. This was a good thing, because otherwise, we might have thrown them in the nearest canal. Nothing major, just too much "togetherness." We're so lucky because our kids we like, "Yeah! No parents! We get to be with just Papa and Donna!" It shows what cool grandparents they have. Of course, you all already knew that anyway...
So, we walked and walked and walked, crossing bridges whenever we could trying to get lost. (which is very easy to do, btw.) Today had been pretty warm, but now there was a breeze and it wafted around us, mixed with t he smells of pizza and pasta and frutta di mare. What a fantastic night!
Our criteria for a restaurant was
(1) we wanted to see water, (2) we wanted to see a bridge, (3) we didn't want to break the bank. The actual cuisine's quality wasn't as importante.So, we finally ended up at the sea on the edge of Venice, about 3 bridges away from San Marco Piazza. We sat at a beautiful table-clothed place, next to a canal and a bridge and the sea. The food was fine, and I did a very good job polishing off a 1/2 litre of the house wine.
We got to see the yachts strolling by the coast, and this one below, a titanium piranha-looking thing pulled up and parked. (Why do all the fancy boats get the good parking spaces?)
At first, Zac thought that maybe it belonged to a Peruvian Prince, but we didn't see any. After checking it out we were disappointed to find out it was only from New Zealand.We
crossed a few more bridges to end up at St Mark's . It was so beautiful without the hordes of tourists there from the afternoon.Everything was all lit up and little 4 or 5 piece bands played in tuxedos. We stood and listened to each one, clapping and yelling, "Bravo!" at the end.
Well, 20 years later, we finally made it back to Venice. I have to say, it was worth the wait.
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