Venice: April 15-20, 2004
We live in an age of miracles and wonders. On April 15th Terry and I exchanged electrodollars for seats on a magic carpet wrapped in a sleek aluminum dart. Three bad meals and a short night later we were deposited, shaken but not stirred, at Marco Polo airport on the edge of the Venetian lagoon. Italian customs seemed to have the attitude "don't bother us and we won't bother you." We swapped a few U.S. bills for a disconcertingly small Euro equivalent and trundled our carry-on cases into a light spring drizzle. We had arrived.
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