Went on my first ever waterbus ride from Marco Polo airport.
Lived in an apartment with 12 other people. (Not easy - we clogged the sink.)
Tried pistachio flavoured gelato from an actual Gelateria.
Stood up at the back of a speedboat. Felt very cool
Took a bath in a dungeon. Well not really, but almost.
Visited the place where Mozart once lived.
Dropped my phone in the canal whilst stepping into a gondola. Because that would only ever happen to me.
Was refused entry to the Basilica because my knees weren't covered. I'm too slutty!
Purchased a wrap from a priest in order to cover my knees so that I could go into the Basilica.
Accidentally got drunk with my friend Tommy from just one mojito at 7PM because elsewhere in Europe bar staff are apparently quite generous.
Was harassed by many a salesman to buy fake Gucci handbags, sunglasses and useless rubbery-looking toys.
Got given a red rose by my boyfriend.
Witnessed a proposal whilst having a fancy coffee and vanilla parfait at Florian (the best dessert place known to man). She said yes and jumped into his arms.
Sat on the floor and ate cherries with my cousin, whilst we watched a bride and groom taking their wedding pictures in the square.
Met an American couple who tried to drag us into their cult whose beliefs involved playing cards and astronomy. (errr..)
Attempted to slow dance in front of a quartet in the middle of the Square. I'm not very coordinated.
Locked my friends out of their apartment and cried about it to all of them for a good twenty minutes. Oops.
Played volleyball and piggyback wrestling at the Lido island during one of our beach days.
Adopted an Australian girl that we met at an architecture exhibition. Her name was Claire.
Had Italian McDonald's. And totally regretted it afterwards.
Went on a dinner date to Venice's Hard Rock Cafe. Then sat on a bench at the coastline on the way back because my feet hurt so much in my heels.
Drank a few too many glasses of our complimentary Bellini at a restaurant because my friends weren't keen.
Sang High School Musical songs in the streets of Rialto with Trisha and Diany. Because we still do that everywhere we go.
We rented bikes and I spent the entire time trying to keep up with all of the boys whilst simultaneously trying not to get run over by angry Italian people in cars.
Drank shots of Limoncello and Jaegermeister over Monopoly (the drinking game version).
Got through 5 packs of film for my Polaroid camera because everything was too pretty not to take photos of.
Watched Brazil lose 7-1 to Germany in the airport before our flight back. Ouch.
Ate that ricotta and spinach pastry thing that I had been craving since the very first day and fell in love with it.
Got kissed on the cheek by an Italian street artist. Needless to say, my friends were rather jealous.
Played I-spy-with-my-little-eye with my friends at the Doge Palace. Because we're children.
And, well, that's all I can think of as of right now. But there's definitely a lot to talk about when it comes to reliving this particular trip.
That's all for now though,
I. x
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