being sick SUCKS.

Getting off the plane, and there was a wave of just HEAT. Humid heat. The worst kind of heat. But did it really matter cause I was finally in Italy?! A day earlier I was in Utah. With 5 pounds over my limit I was ready.

First dinner- I got Gnocchi. It was like a quarter of the size of an American serving. I didn’t complain. I was tired enough to not care. The wine also helped. It was nice getting to know everyone while a little alcohol was in me. I didn’t need it, because I am me, but it did help!

My favorite day was defiantly the down pour. We went to St. Marcs square. I refused to walk in the 2 feet of water so Brandon carried me across the entire square to the bell tower. Thank god that I had an IPhone 5 and water proof phone case so I could still take pictures and as many panoramas as I wanted. The view from the top was just to die for. You could see for miles, besides for the rain. One of the sides was a bit too much to stand. You know, with the wind and the water pellets, felt like bullets. Owe. I still refused to walk in the water, so Patrick took me back. However he decided to run so my shoes still got wet. Soaked is actually a better word. Hey, at least I got to wear my cute rain coat!

Also, the fact that we didn’t have to take a taxi, but a water boat! Can you say dope? Michael couldn’t figure out which boat was the correct one, but shit, I’M ON A BOAT!

As much as I hate airplanes, and airports. This trip has been worth it so far. I would do it again in a heartbeat. No questions asked.