Yes, that's right. It's March. The weather is cool and clear (so far, knock on wood). However, we've encountered several evil mosquitoes in our journey. And guess what. I must be allergic. Instead of the itchy minor bump I get from my hometown mosquitoes, here I get a giant red welt. That's right, it's every bit as attractive as that sounds. And guess what else... I got one on my face. Above my left eyebrow.
Is that you gasping? It's okay, here in Venice they are used to seeing things spackled over. It makes me look authentic.
Mosquitoes notwithstanding I am in love with Venice. The people are at once kind and intimidating. The streets are crowded with people from all over the world (not just Americans, Sleepless in OL). There is a bit of a "tour-esty" vibe but I've never minded that (remember I love Disney World).
Day three was terrific.
I let CoCo sleep in to her hearts content. She was up by noon and off we went. We made a deal much like the one we made on that fateful night a couple of months ago, you remember the unfortunate Liver and Onions debacle, right? Well, Tuesday was HER day to do whatever she wanted. And Wednesday we will do whatever I want to do. That's right, I'm a slow learner.
Anyway, she's discovered a chain of shops here called LaLa's (yes it does sound like something I would name one of my children in blogland). It's an accessory store. And while the jewelry isn't expensive it is elegantly displayed on lampshades which are situated on lovely antique cabinets. It turns out they have four locations in Venice and it became our mission on day three to see every one of them. And we did. Who needs Piazza San Marco when you are a pre-teen who wants more sparkly earrings?
We ate lunch at Pizza e Kabob and discovered the Kabob part. It's Gyros. We stuck with the Pizza. We also finished up our souvenir shopping. We bought Murano glass (absolutely gorgeous) and more masks, and CoCo bought herself a keyring that says "LaLa's" on it, of course.
We dressed for dinner and made the long walk to Harry's American Bar. If it's good enough for Ernest Hemingway, I figured we should give it a look-see. It was very cool.
It was breathtakingly expensive. I told CoCo that someday when she's my age she would think back about how cool her mother was to have taken her to Harry's in Venice. She rolled her eyes and finished every single bite of her Gnocchi. I had one of their Bellini's (natch). We shared Fish Risotto (to die for, really). We also had Cuttlefish and Polenta (in their own ink, the Cuttlefish). And I should not say this -- because it will give away my complete lack of sophistication -- but Cuttlefish in their own ink, taste very much like beef stew. There I said it, sue me.
On our way out of Harry's we ran into Mitzie and Manon! We chatted and made plans for Wednesday. We are going to the Friari Church together. (Remember it's my day so I get to do what I want).
Another great day.