Viva Iàtalia

Greetings from Rome. . . no wait, Iàm not in Rome. This is Florence. Donàt ask me what day it is either.

So we landed in Venice on Friday. The view from our hotel was an intersection of canals and two pedestrian bridges. Sometimes the canal was congested with gondolaàs, with musicians playing guitar or accordian, and a singer singing O Solo Mio or something from the movies. I was overwhelemed and laughed until I cried.

The night before last we had dinner at the base of the Ponte Vecchio. Today we saw Michealangeoàs David, and so much more.

Siesta time. More later. Yay'bye.

Vig