Very easily, it turns out.
That’s not fair, as most of the day was a delightful train ride from Cinque Terre to Venice. The kids and Dwayne enjoy the train ride as much as I do and it felt like the transportation equivalent of a spa. After our 5 hours of first-class heaven, there was just a 15-minute walk from the station to our hotel for the night. Wes went from blissed to pissed (more in the London vernacular of “tired”) and elected to stay in the hotel rather than go into Venice for dinner. With all the discussion of whether or not he’d stay behind, we missed the first bus and then got to Venice later than we wished, keeping us from getting to The Tiramisu Place That Piper Remember With Love From Three Years Ago before it closed. While I love just wandering Venetian streets and over bridges, it is not an enjoyable group activity. The four of us had a dinner that was pretty good in a not bad location and then wasted late hours trying to find the right kind of postcard box to mail our letters before leaving Italy for good. We returned way past princess time and well into pumpkin hours to a room that the five of us had to share before catching an early bus the next morning.
All that to say, the pictures may say a thousand words, but they’re pretty much lying. And there are no pictures with my three children since Wes stayed behind to play video games and Piper won’t have her picture taken.
I’m buying myself a hanging basket when we get back.
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