(Pigeon) Pooped

2 Sep

We arrive in Venice after a 8-hour train ride through most of the country.  It was a bittersweet moment for me when we passed through Ferrara, which is where I studied for the second half of my junior year.  The stop in the train station was almost long enough for me to walk through the train station, but I decided against it.

Anyways, we arrived in Venice and immediately saw the other group!  Woot! We walked to the hotel, dropped our things and set off exploring.  It was also at this point that the sister of Sam joined us for the remaining two days of the trip.  She was awesome; a great addition to our group. I entrusted Georgia and Kelly with the task of getting us to Piazza San Marco (St. Mark’s square). They did very well.  Not direct, to be sure, but as good as I could do (more on that later).

So we arrive.  It’s a beautiful square.  I’ve been there so many times, and I find it stunning every single time.  A slideshow of my many trips to Venice is below.

This slideshow requires JavaScript.

Ironically, I think my first trip was the worst weather.  Anyways, we walked into the piazza and the kids flocked to the pigeons right away.  Lowell was deathly afraid of them and took up a water bottle to defend himself from them.  Check out everyone else’s adventures with the little birds (I’ll upload pics in a subsequent post).  We were having a tough time with getting the pigeons to come until I realized that I had some cookies in my bag.  By the way, this is bad and against the rules.

The kids had an awesome time for about 15 minutes until one decided to poop on Amanda. That’s when everyone decided they had enough. She bought a sweatshirt and then the whole group formed a body shield so she could change shirts in the middle of the piazza.  It worked. And we moved on.

The next part of this adventure comes tomorrow (and one of the most scary for me).

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: