Jenn jets in from Toronto to Heathrow, while we make our way to the airport. Sitting having breakfast in Terminal 5, it being really too early to have had breakfast before we left, a lady comes up to our table and asks if the seat next to Mar is taken . . . . who is totally stunned . . .and surprised. Jenn and I had managed to keep her arrival totally under wraps.
Likewise the destination for all three of us has been under wraps, until we arrived at the gate.
A short flight to Venice, leaving behind a cool, dull London day, and into sunshine, heat and humidity. Marco Polo Airport is right on the water, and the only airport we’ve ever been to where you take a ‘water taxi’ right to your accommodation.
Mar’s return to Venice after 46 years, and the first for Jenn and me.
Our accommodation, our own apartment on our own rio - the term for all waterways in Venice, 'canal' apparently only being applied to the Grand!
What with the jet lag and all, we agree that this first day here is just a little bit of a surreal experience. . . . are we really here?
Another day tomorrow!
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