Visiting Paris was nice, my family and I traveled to the Eiffel tower and after a long hike we finally made it to the top. We stopped at a coffee shop cafe for brunch after the long trek down the tower, ok so we cheated half way and took the elevator.
I sat with my cousin outside at a round table, we both had our journals out and were writing down whatever was in our heads. I wasn’t too impressed with the tower myself while she wrote on and on how great it was. Granted the view from the tower was beautiful, breathtaking, stunning, but inside the tower was vandalized and dirty. It needed a good paint job in my humble opinion.
The sun was out and a nice cool breeze blew through the sky, flipping my journal pages over on me, which was really starting to annoy me. As we sat there I drank what was left of my coffee and tossed the left overs of my sandwich to the ground for the birds to pick at.
Then I picked up my journal and shoved it in my purse. Our next destination was Venice, Italy. I couldn’t wait to write again.
The next day we were in Venice, Italy and immediately hopped aboard a boat that would take us to the island. I fell in love with Venice as soon as I saw it. I’m a big water person so seeing the buildings surrounded by water was amazing to me.
We took a gondala ride and walked through the shops. My aunt almost tipped the boat over. I was not amused at that time and gave her the evil eye. Granted I love water, but I didn’t want to go swimming at the time.
The one thing I noticed about Venice was that the alleys were filled with trash. As you floated along you could see piles of garbage reaching up to various windows and floating out among the gondalas.
A storm came and my cousin and I ran around in the rain, she was chasing the birds and I was chasing her, while our mum’s were yelling at us for getting wet.
We stopped at another cafe and had lunch. Another sandwich and coffee for myself. I pulled my journal out once more and tucked the postcard I had gotten as a keepsake then began to write.
While in the shop there was another family sitting on the far side. Tourists, like ourselves. Their camera was being passed around as the parents were busy looking through the pictures.
My goal is to go back to Venice for a week, who will go with me I don’t know, but I will go back.
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