Ciao Bella, I tell ya...if I would have heard that one more time I probably was going to go ape on an Italian dude in Italy. (side note)
Anyways me and my travelin bud, Alex left Munich. The beer hall and disco party done us in, but I wouldn't have asked for anything more. On the way to Venice we journeyed past Verona, home to Romeo and Juliet. We then took a short boat ride to see the historical centre of Venice called St. Mark's Square (I'd prefer to call it Pigeon Paradise/playground or my demise where i learned to matrix the piges at any split micro second), the Doges' Place, and the Bridge of Sighs.
We ventured around the city and I'd have to say it was my favorite place so far. We got lost several times. We had UNREAL lattes and pizza boats. We were told it was fun to get lost, not gonna lie after the 5th attempt to finding where we needed to be I was not in mood to be "lost" anymore. The way to cheer us up was the priceless gondola ride where we were serenaded by a gondolier and his "I love yous" and kisses faces stole our hearts. NOT really, but what did steal my heart was my lil bottle of vino at 2 pm.
After the city we went back to our campground where life got FUZZY and Alex became a Hotmess of sickness. We did enjoy our last night by getting wild and "adjusting" out attitudes with these cocktails called "attitude adjusters" Alls I have to say is... Welp I don't remember much after ONE!
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