Venice

So Cindy and I flew from Paris (actually, from Beauvais, a little town outside Paris' suburbs with an airport that serves Paris) down to Venice on a cheap little Irish airline. We caught a bus from the airport into Venice itself and, after asking about five locals for directions, we found our hotel. The next day we did a lot of walking around the tourist district centred on la Piazza San Marco. Bought a lot of souvenirs and tried to communicate with waiters in Italian.

The smattering of Italian that I've remembered after studying the language for five years at high school is actually quite helpful. But speaking certainly doesn't come as naturally as reading.