I wasn't going to go to Venice. I don't have any money left. But Hadassa wanted to go, and so I started to want to go. So I went, but only after Hadassa got sick and didn't show up, I forgot my tickets and had to have them changed to a later train, and after taking a hella long boat ride on Venice's public transportation. This is from when I was waiting alone for the right boat at the boat-stop (?) to catch up with my friends who had remembered their tickets and left on the right train.
After the hella long boat ride I got off at the Accademia stop and there they were. Those are my friends on the bridge with their faces whited-out by the sun.
It's true, Venice is pretty cool. People actually live there and this is proof: if you look closely you'll see laundry.
I didn't take this photo because it is a sentiment I share. I've just found that most Italians feel this way. 
