by Beks
It’s our last night in Venice and I’m so sad to leave. I don’t care what anyone says about this city being dirty, I absolutely love it here. We were only here for a day and a half and we are on our way to Florence tomorrow.
On our second to last night in Ireland, we stayed in a particularly awful hostel. It was filthy and the windowless bathroom lights didn’t work so you had to leave the door open. People saw a lot more of me than I’d like. At 4:45am someone set the fire alarm off. The fire department arrived 20 minutes later and one of the fire fighters asked us if we were taking a carriage ride in the morning. We were scheduled to take the ride but I was confused as to why a firefighter knew or cared. He shined his flashlight in my husbands face and said, “You better be there”. A few hours later, we couldn’t help but laugh as the same firefighter showed up driving a carriage to give us a ride around the tiny town – so tiny the firefighters are the horsemen, the butchers, and the bartenders. Gotta love them!
