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| Cheese is a main staple of the diet here, and comes in a great variety. It's somehow less greasy than at home, too! |
| Erin's Venice Journal #5 4-05-02 On Friday, Glenn headed out early to tour the city again with his camera while the 24-hour pass for the boats was still good. I stayed in, caught up on my journal and washed my socks - strange, I know, but that is one of the things I've been bothered by. On a complete sidebar, I must complain that these thick hiking socks make one's feet stink!!! I have never had smelly feet, but these socks seem to breed stench. Now to be fair, they certainly do the job they're made for - I have not had even a hint of a blister even with all the walking and carrying we've been subjecting our feet to, and for that I am extremely grateful. They are very well-made socks and I'm glad I have them...but whoa, do they stink after a long day of walking!!! Ok, that's all I need to say about that, and I hope those of you who are now laughing and holding your sides get to experience this for yourself, because let me tell you, you won't be laughing then. I WILL! Glenn had already warned me that the hordes of tourists we'd been seeing all week had more than doubled Friday. This was also our next to last day in Venice, so we wanted to see as much as possible to savor in our memories! So around noon, we headed out for a little serious shopping for one piece of art to send home to remember Venice by. The debate was between an oil painting by a local artist, or one of the elaborate masks we've been admiring. We eventually agreed on a mask, and went through an ordeal to find the most economical way of shipping it home. There was also the matter of the European sales tax, which you can get back if you meet all the conditions. Glenn goes into it a little more in his journal, but the upshot was that we had the shop where we bought it send it home for us. After that, we decided to relax and enjoy the afternoon, giving up the frenetic pace we'd been keeping most of the week trying to see everything. We played with the pigeons again and sat in the sun, watching tourists and talking to a photographer we met in San Marco square. We tried again after dinner to get to the nearest internet cafè to work on our website, but to no avail. |