Venice

Im lost.. Im lost.. Im in Venice and the ambulance boat drives by. I can count on 2 things Im always interested in: what the hospital looks like, and the maritime museum. I wander along the canals amazed by the decadence of Venice. Yes, I am walking through throngs of tourists but eating my apple which makes everything better. At night I wander to the local sector for dinner and get turned away. It's like they knew my sweet face wasnt going to order the second course. I get it.. back to the tourist sector to have inedible pasta served by waitors that love yelling to me across the restaurant. I open my book and ignore the attention from other tables. My book is my best friend. In the morning, I spend the day with a woman I met at the hostle- she tells me what it's like to quit your job after 13 yrs, sell your house, and leave to travel indefinately..... and I make her go to the maritime museum..haha. This is where I learn that torpedos orginally were driven by two frogmen and went 2 knots...well worth my money. We go to watch glass blowing demonstrations and ride the Vaparetto up and down the grand canal. I spend my money wisely on a bag of italian cookies, a lemon soda, and 3 apples to get me through my night ride to Ljubljana, Slovenia.