Skeeterbit

Street cats!

Yes. A skeeter did bite my eyelid. It looks fantastic thank you, I know. A little parting gift from Venice.  

To recap my travels: Saw some more historical sites and monuments. Spent another night in Rome making trouble and barely making my morning train to Venice. Spent a night on top of a mountain in Cortina with my long lost childhood friendsie Melissa Cafferey. Took a particularly precarious cable car to some snow and an abyss of fog. Met Marco, who invited us to Padua.  Scored some free grappa samples. Arrived back in Venice for Redentore. Drank magical lemon drank. Fell asleep during the longest firework show of my short life thus far. Woke up late. Wandered the city. Happened upon haplessly lost Australians. Almost went to Fusina with them. Woke up in time for train to Bolzina. Fell asleep at train station. Missed train. Got a new ticket. Fell asleep again. Got new ticket. Drank three shots of espresso. Currently waiting for train..

Yes. Forgetful and sleepy I am. But missed trains means misadventures of the best sort.  Plans as of right now is a three day, two night hut-to-hut tromp through more of the Dolomites.  After that maybe  Cinque Terra. It is a long a train ride, but I am told by Australians that it is possible to sleep under a bridge when accommodation  has not been arranged and cannot be found. 

Travelling alone, there is no one to get crankypants at but myself. I have however, left several crushed cans and other signs of violence at dead ends and movie theaters without subtitles. 

Shout out to my fluent tour guide in Venice Melissa. Without you I would be in a canal. Or Fusina. 

 

Shout out to George Martin. Your writing is kickass.

If you are reading this, I love you and miss you.

Now for a  little visual action in reverse order!

 

ROME!

MOUNTAINS!

Charles and Melissa at Redentore

Fireworks!