Anna and I flew to Venice on her 22nd birthday. My girls grew up hearing about my wedding to their father in Venice and she wanted to see it.
Our 07:00 flight got us to the city earlier than we could check into our Airbnb so we stopped for lunch. After a couple bottles of wine, pizza, and pasta we were in vacation mode.
That is me with the restaurant wine in my backpack while devouring a Reese’s Peanut Butter thing Anna brought from home. Love. After a three hour siesta (thank you, Colin for calling to wake us up) we walked to the Rialto bridge and went on a gondola ride.
It was fun telling Anna, again, all the stories about our wedding. It is a good one. The building below Anna in the photo below is where we got married, right by the Rialto Bridge.
Day two Anna slept in while I walked around the city. We started at the jewelry store on the Rialto Bridge where Scott and I bought our wedding rings. The girls had heard a million times about how we bought our rings from ‘a special box’ that all jewelers had in their stores. After I told the owner that I had bought my wedding ring from the store 29 years earlier, he told me it was from his father and mother and shared with us the wedding ring ‘box’ they have today.
Next we went to St. Mark’s Basilica where we were turned away because our dresses were too short (or they didn’t like Anna’s blue hair since our dresses were the same length of others that got in).
Oh well, not everyone is accepting of everyone so we moved on to the Palazzo Ducale, or Doge’s Palace, which was the government state of Venice. The artwork is just amazing!
We walked across the Bridge of Sighs which is what those sentenced in the building would walk across to get their last view of Venice through that gorgeous window before going to prison.
Anna returned for a little siesta (I will not post the photo of her wearing my compression stockings) and then we went to dinner where Scott and I went on our wedding night. Our home always had the menu hanging in our kitchen so it was a must do. It was a fabulous evening.
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