One year ago today, we spent out last full day in Italy. It just happened to be our best AND worst day there. It also happened to be in Venice.
It started out as our worst day. We were cold. We were cranky. The Hubs needed a water closet real bad, which made him even more cranky. You know how it goes. I also wasn’t getting my usual snack time in every day, which made for a very bitchy wife. So what did we do after we left our tour of Venice early because we were in bad moods? We separated. Yep. We split up…because we couldn’t stand to look at each other anymore.
Now, I know Venice is not a huge place, but you have to realize that we went in completely opposite directions without any way of getting back in touch with each other. He didn’t even bring his phone. But somehow, 30 minutes later, we crossed each others paths. That’s when we decided to just take it easy the rest of the day and drink lots and lots of wine. It was necessary…for our sanity.
St. Mark’s Square was flooding.
So I pretty much love this picture. I had to lay on the ground like a crazy person to get the shot, but anything for art, right?
This picture is now on our credit cards. Thank you, Italy!
By our last day, we were sick of Italian food tourist traps…so we got Chinese. Obvi.
And it was really REALLY good Chinese. And super cheap too. It was nice to pay $4 for a lunch instead of $20. Again, THANK YOU ITALY!
Notice how we look happier?
And this is when our bad morning was forgotten and our day completely turned around. Hang those glasses up, friend. Its gonna be a looooong night.
See? MUCH happier. THANK YOU ITALY!
That night, we enjoyed a lovely dinner with our new friends, The Brits. We drank a lot at wine and champagne. After dinner, we went to a bar and drank even more. The next picture is about when I quit drinking, thank goodness, because we may not have made our plane home if I hadn’t.
So next we went to an Irish Pub…in Italy….where we ran into…MORE BRITS!!! Four more to be exact.
“I’m the coolest American EVEEERRRRRRR!!!”
And The Hubs got “pissed”. I sat back and watched. It was all kinds of awesome.
I’m so glad this last picture is frozen in time. Let me explain. See, shortly after this picture was taken, I had to escort the hubs back to the hotel. This was difficult, as he was too drunk to walk up and down those many steps by himself, and every time we passed a door he tried to bang on it and wake everyone up. He also felt the need to say, “Grazie!” to every Italian that passed him…at 2 in the morning. Great.
By the time we got back to the hotel, we had all of 2 hours to pack up and get on a water taxi to take us to the airport. I swore I wouldn’t sleep, but I did. I fell asleep. And somehow woke up with about 15 minutes to spare.
Once on the water taxi, The Hubs (still drunk) couldn’t stand the rocking of the boat, so he made his way off the boat and over to the edge of the dock…where he proceeded to “chuck up his guts,” as The Brits would say. But we did make it to the airport and board our plane. When we landed in Amsterdam 2 hours later, The Hubs woke up, looked at me with those bloodshot eyes and said, “Thank you. Without you I would have never made it back home.”
And THAT, my friends, is love.
P.S. Thanks for following our trip to Italy! It was a lot of fun and I’m glad I had the chance to put it all into words.
P.P.S. The Brits got engaged the day we left, and just got married two days ago! Almost one year since they got engaged. Awesome. Congrats Chris and Mo!