When the water taxi turned off the main channel and into the Grand Canal for the first time, I actually stopped breathing for a second. There it was. Venice. The buildings rising straight out of the water, the light bouncing off everything, gondolas bobbing by the...
The plan was never to go to Bolzano. We were supposed to have two nights in Venice, fly home, and call it a trip. But when the airline moved our flight and handed us an unexpected third night, we had a choice. Another day wandering the Venetian streets, or something...
It's a full month since I sat in the Weidachstube Neuner in Leutasch, and I'm still thinking about the food. Not in a "that was nice" kind of way. In a "I would fly back to Austria just to eat there again" kind of way. Daisy and I visited twice over Christmas, and...