I'm glad we missed that train. Venice at night was completely different, and it made me love it all the more. The element of prettiness was still very much there, only it became even more romantic in a way, and was just as inviting. I couldn't for the life of me tell you whereabouts our…
We didn't make it. We stayed in Venice; we're still here right now. We're stuck forever; that's us in the photo featured. Cazza's finishing off her glass, and I'm pondering over what cheese selection would go best with the next bottle.
Sleep deprived. Ecstatic from sugar highs and the promise of what was to be a very very super-dooper fun day out. Deranged because of all the catching up (breath and story-telling) and also deranged anyway because that was kind of how we rolled. You'll see what I mean as I go on to share the rest of my tale...
It was coming up to the end of our Erasmus year, and what had been one of the most incredible experiences I'd had to date. I had been living in Italy for around 5 months at that point, and there was a fortnight left for me to savour all things Italian - culture, language, the…
Continue reading ➞ Stuck in Venice – a tale of wine, cheese, eyeliner and loose change. Part I.
Sammy Wandering Abroad 