The group began early with a bus ride to the railway station. Do you notice a transportation theme here? They wrangled their suitcases on to the public city bus and off they went. The railcar in Seina was not as difficult but they had to change trains in Florence again.
Joyce tired to get us in the first class lounge and breezed by the people yelling at her to get out. You have to admire Joyce’s fortitude. She just kept going into the room and only turned around to find that the other three were afraid to cross the line. Regardless, they all got kicked to the curb.
Remember Florence? Where you stand in a protective huddle guarding the suitcases and desperately watching the departure board waiting for the track assignment. Once the track was assigned the group ran to their track dodging suitcases, passengers, and dogs. They might have leapt over a stalled dog. They executed the bag transfer flawlessly on what was their final train ride.
Before long, they arrived in Venice and were able to walk to their flat. It was relatively close the rail station and had an elevator for the bags. They unloaded and went back out. Theyn tried to activate their 2 day water bus pass a day early highlighting the language barriers between English and Italian.
Everyone but Debbie was thrilled with dinner for 15 Euro, appetizer, first course, second course, etc. Little Pearl was still bothering Debbie so eating big chunks of pasta could be challenging. There might have been some comments that Debbie was just too slow (She didn’t get into the lounge , previously she got her bag thrown on the floor and on it goes)…
Your story on Venice reminded of our 2016 trip with you guys to Paris and Venice. So much fun!
It was fun. We talked about that trip. We stayed on the other side of Venice closer to the church