This is a great story accompanied by some amazing photos on the city of Venice. I decided to reblog it, because in our own family we had similar experiences. In a situation, by which we normally would be shocked, we break out in fits of laughter instead. Eventually even the victim begins to see the funny side of it. Enjoy!
Travels and Tomes: One Expat's Amblings and Ramblings
Alternately entitled: Making a Splash in Venice
To recap from Part One: “First, the water came up to meet us. . .
. . . and then we went down to meet the water. Or, at least, my husband did.”
Before we traveled to Venice, we did a little research. We knew enough to ask about the acqua alta, to ask if we should pack high boots. Not to worry, we were told by our hotelier, this is not likely to be a problem while you are here. And, truly, there was no problem with the acqua alta– it came, it saw, it retreated quickly without particularly hampering our plans or wetting our socks. Our hotelier did not steer us wrong. He wasn’t counting, however, on my particular family’s foibles.
And that is a long and perplexing list of foibles. . . so before explaining our second…
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