The only lips I wanna see are the ones that sing

[5-16-08]

On todays water taxi…oh, wait I should start with breakfast…so, I finally made it down in time for breakfast during which [much like the rest of the week]  I had the opportunity to practice my Italian [as well as my French and German, interchangeably] It works wonderfully since everyone understands all three, and since I only know a little of each.  Anyway, I had toast, juice, and really great coffee…meanwhile J came through to say bye and to tell me to have a safe trip.  Its sort of strange how my only contact in Venice was a straight boy.  I have now checked out of my room with my magical luggage in tow…looking back it was actually really nice not to have had to carry it to the hotel, kind of like my own personal delivery service [that I never want to use again]  Okay, back to the water taxi, which I am currently riding.  I met a new couple and oddly enough they are from Atlanta [Toco hills area]…and my foot has gone numb…

Its going to take an hour to get to the airport, and these two creep me out.  The husband [we’ll call him stripy shirt man] tends to just stare at me after I say something, which makes me uneasy and then even I start to feel as though I was meant to say something more.  Its an odd feeling and I don’t really like it, so I’ve moved from the aisle seat over to the window with my bags between us.  Creating my own comfort zone.

I woke up at 4:30 this morning…I literally jumped out of bed because my phone decided that I needed to get up.  I was confused and trying to figure out if it was 4:30 Atlanta time or Venice time, but I quickly decided that it would be absurd for it to be Atlanta time since that would make it 10:30 am here and it was still dark out.  Then I saw that I had messages and suddenly had a reason to stay awake. 

This boat is oddly comforting and the random shuffle of songs on my ipod seems to fit the experience. 

While waiting for my boss’ plane to arrive…I was amazed at how many people ran back through the No Entry doors just to be escorted back out by an armed guard…it was amazing.

Driving in Italy [well, riding] is kind of like roller derby in high speed vehicles….rules, merely a suggestion…lane lines, apparently just there for a rather large connect the dots game…not for regular use.