I've been in Lithuania for 50 days. So much has been going through my mind lately and for the pasty fifty days I feel as if I have been on a journey. Learning mostly about myself--about my beliefs, and about how I relate to other people.
One thing I've discovered is that I have a most brilliant imagination. When I say that, I don't mean that I have a good imagination, but rather, that my imagination is extremely vivid. I never realized how much I let my mind wander and how much these little things affected my daily life. How I see reality is influenced by how I see anti-reality.
Regardless of this babble, something I've really been thinking a ton about is the idea that if we really acted on what we believe, the world would be so different. As a Christian, I believe that people have inherit worth being made in the image of God, so if I were to treat them like I believed that, they would feel more than just acceptance--they would feel worth. If I really enjoyed spending time with a person, and I made that known to them, they would perhaps be influenced or would perhaps feel appreciation. These are the kinds of things that we need to be aware of. If I believed that the poor had value in God's sight, I would treat them that way. If I believed that suffering and stress wasn't a part of God's original creation, I would treat people in respect to that.
I've realized that I'm good at lying to myself. I can convince myself that what is important is not what I do, but what I believe. That's a despicable lie. What is not important is what you say you believe, what is important is what you do. You do what you believe. If I know I have a friend that is stressed out about a test and I don't try to encourage them or pray with them, then I don't really believe that God is their redeemer from stress. If I know a friend of mine is hungry and I don't give them food, then I don't believe that God wants all people to enjoy good things in life. It's a self-centered and reprehensible way of living.
Last week, I came to a conclusion about something. I was going to try to do things differently. I wasn't going to believe. I was going to do. I wasn't going to worry whether or not people liked that things that I did, or whether or not they got the wrong impression of me, because, really, it's not about me. It's about Jesus. It's so easy to get shortsighted of that by our own pride and insecurities.
My insecurities are Satan's way of keeping me from experiencing the power of the gospel fully in my life. If I'm too concerned about the perceptions of others, then I'm not being focused and faithful to the power of the gospel in my own life. You see, how I interact with others proves how thoroughly I believe the gospel. If I am too concerned about how others perceive me in order to give a hug to someone who is hurting, then obviously I don't fully understand the redeeming depth of God and how he went into the places where nobody wanted to go, touching and healing the lepers.
If I see someone begging on the street and don't stop to say something with them, pray for them, or give them food, then I don't understand the redeeming power of God, and how he stepped into earth, where all of us were poor and destitute and he gave us something--Jesus--something that we didn't deserve. It proves that the gospel hasn't taken shape in my life because I don't understand the depths of spiritual poverty from which I was saved and that it took someone having compassion on me in order for me to get out of it.
If I don't call another Christian to repent when they are sinning, then I don't understand the magnitude of the gospel story, that sin is so serious that God had to come to earth himself in order to fix it. If I don't take that seriously, then how can I take the gospel seriously.
If I don't take any of these things into account in my life, then all I am is a living example of a false gospel. I am just a spiritual joke. In order for my faith to actually have value and merit, I need to do something, not to gain salvation, but in response to my salvation.
I need to participate with Christ in his redeeming work. He hasn't saved me in order to sit on the side lines being a cheerleader, he has saved me so that I can participate with him in the power of the gospel.
God save us from being comfortable.
February 24, 2010
Visitors
This week, I have a guest in my room. My good friend, Will, is staying with me for the week. He lives in Neumann, but he wanted the "Karklu Experience" so here he is. It's been basically a blast, we've just hung out, cooked a lot of food, had some good convos, and the like.
We also went back to the Jazz Club last night and it was pretty low-key and chill, but a good time. Otherwise, there hasn't been much productiveness this week. I realized that I have a ton of work to do after Russia (which is in 1.5 weeks), so I should get cracking on that soon. I've got a few papers and a book to finish and then some midterms, so post-Russia is going to be hectic, especially since a week after Russia is Luxembourg!
Venice Part 3 is on the way, otherwise, things are pretty average here…as average as they can be.
We also went back to the Jazz Club last night and it was pretty low-key and chill, but a good time. Otherwise, there hasn't been much productiveness this week. I realized that I have a ton of work to do after Russia (which is in 1.5 weeks), so I should get cracking on that soon. I've got a few papers and a book to finish and then some midterms, so post-Russia is going to be hectic, especially since a week after Russia is Luxembourg!
Venice Part 3 is on the way, otherwise, things are pretty average here…as average as they can be.
February 22, 2010
Address: Update
So I realized that I gave out the wrong address to everyone. This means that everything that has been sent to me will be sent back and that postcards will be lost. I am mega sorry to everyone who has sent me anything. I fixed the address in my earlier post and on facebook, and to those who wish to write me in the future, here it is:
Levi Tijerina
Karklu g. 5
LT - 94432 Klaipėda
Lithuania
Levi Tijerina
Karklu g. 5
LT - 94432 Klaipėda
Lithuania
February 21, 2010
Venice - Part 2
I've had a few days to recollect and process Venice. Also, I've had some more time to write, so without further ado, here is Venice - Part II.
Day 2:
What time is it? Maybe 8:15ish. We're supposed to meet Kenneth (DJ) and Elly at circa 10 in the AM. I wake up. All the girls have showered, so basically, the shower is all mine. Hold up. Before this, during the night, there was a curious and familiar feeling in my room. It was the bitter cold. I woke up in the middle of the night in a frigid mess. I think I could almost see my breath in the night. I felt like I was living in an igloo.
Fastforward. Morning comes, I drag myself out of bed after being awakened by Amanda knocking on my door. I was awake before this, of course, but laying in my bed is the time when I process some of my nightly thoughts. Fully awake, I grab my clothes, and head to the bathroom. Turn on the water. Wash my hands. Check the water. Walk around. Check the Water. There is a slight problem: The water is arctic. It is so cold, I can't tell if it's my imagination, or if there are actual ice particles floating around. I gave the water a fighting chance, but I knew there wasn't much improvement to be made. I mutter under my breath (in my mind) about how the girls used all the hot water and take the plunge.
It was colder than I remembered. I took the fastest shower I ever have, mostly to avoid hypothermia. I jumped out of the shower doing a crazy jig. I haven't felt this cold since jumping into the Baltic Sea. Ah! Usually, I hate being still wet from the shower and having to put on all my clothes, but this time, I didn't even matter. I just needed something warm.
Thus starts our first day in Italy. Come to find out, EVERYONE had ice cold showers that morning. So far, that's a negative mark for our hostel, but hey, it's an adventure right? And it's a hostel, so what should I expect?
Since we had zero foods in our possession other than items brought from Lithuania (which actually was more than you'd think) we began our walk to the bus stop. The good news is that there is a bakery on the way. We stop in inside. I always forget how much I love bakeries until I step inside them. They are just brilliant places. I ordered an apple turnover, Amanda ordered a bread roll in the shape of a car, Rita got a chocolate pastry, and they were all unbelievably good. T hat was a pretty good start to the day.
We get to the bus stop. It's on one of the river outlets that drains into the Adriatic Sea. It's our first glimpse of water (at least, in the daylight). This is it, on the way to Venice! The bus comes by and stops. Doors open. One word to describe the bus: Packed. We shove our way onto the bus. I'm standing next to Rita. Kind of. It's hard to say, there are so many people.
The bus ride goes on. Ten Minutes. Twenty Minutes. Thirty Minutes. Forty Minutes. Finally we begin crossing the bridge into Venice. My backpack is already weighing heavy on my back and the guy in front of me looks like a pirate. This is going to be a crazy day. Venice looms before us, but not "picture" Venice, but "Industrial" Venice, where there is a parking garage and stuff like that. No little inlets yet in sight. We roll around and stop at the curb. People flood out.
The five of us gather like magnet. We look around for DJ and Elly. Not in sight. We split up and search for ten minutes. Nothing. Return. To our left, out of nowhere, pops Elly. Then DJ. Somehow, amidst the throngs of people, they found us. We establish a meeting spot--it's by the bridge, next to the garbage can. We regurgitate the information that was given to us by our Hostel's receptionist. After talking it over, we decide to go with a "Rolling Venice Card" which will allow us to travel on any bus or water bus for the next three days, all for a set student price. We purchase them with minimal confusion, although the way the system is organized is maximally confusing.
The next thing we're walking the streets of Venice. Closer to the square, things don't look as Venetian, but they still are. It's pretty ridiculous. I have never, and probably will never, see a city set up like that, literally, on the water. Jessica stops at a bank and the rest of us are looking into glass shops. I am standing with Amanda by the water when Jess comes running up to us telling us to check out the ATM. Apparently, she entered the wrong PIN (Which was right, but they just don't really work here in Europe all the time) and…it sucked her card in and told her to notify her band. Ouch. Strike Two. We try to go into the bank, but it's closed, since it's Saturday. We are literally out of options for her, which is a mega bummer. I don't know how she did it, but she was able to keep her calm and we just continued on, which seems kind of crazy, but it's literally all we could do.
Since we only had a limited amount, and ever diminishing at that, of Euros, we decided that it would be more productive and beneficial if we bought groceries for our day rather than buying meals all the time. We got so confused finding the store, but Rita was able to use her Spanish skills to understand a woman enough to figure out where the grocer was. Inside was like a whole new world that I have never experienced in Lithuania. There was tons of food, but not just food, green food. Fruits I hadn't seen in months, vegetables that I don't even like looked incredible. I kind wished I could buy them. And the carts! They were tall, deep baskets, but they had wheels on the bottom, on the back side, and you pull them around. It was sweet!
I bought sweet rolls, oranges, and a sandwich, along with some Coke. I don't know why I have an affinity for Coke, but I always buy it when it's cheap. It was .74 cents for 1,5L. That's a good price, right?
We pack up all our food into our backpacks and bags and, next to the grocer is our water bus stop. We take the Direct Murano to the island of Murano. Murano is one of the most famous islands in the Venetian chain; it's the glass blowing island, so nearly all of Venetian glass is made on Murano. It was very odd to sit on a boat and consider it a bus, but it was pretty awesome. We left the Venetian inlet and sailed North to the island. Murano is kind of like a micro-Venice. It's set up much of the same way, just it's bunches smaller. There were a few glass museums/showrooms right when we stepped off, and dang, the glass was brilliant! They didn't allow pictures, but everything there was incredibly formed and sculpted. For two seconds, I imagined myself being a glass-master living on Murano, taking the bus to Venice every other day to buy groceries and to go to classes or something. But in my imagination, all my glass sculptures sucked and I was bad at making glass so I decided that perhaps I should forego the idea.
We left the glass showroom and wandered onto the island. There is one main strip of wide canal and the city is divided on both sides of it. We wandered around, looking at shops, and enjoying Venetian culture. After about an hour or so, we had made it to the other side of the island and finally came to a place where there were very, very minimal tourists/people. We sat ourselves down upon a retaining wall around some trees and a bench and broke out our lunches. It was a glorious day. Sun shiningly warmly, no snow, cheap food, eating lunch in Italy. Natalya offered me some olives. I have never in my life liked Olives, but since I've begun liking more foods this semester, I offered to at least try one and to give it a chance. I was sitting on the opposite side, so she pushed the olive jar by me, but it hit a stone on the ledge and spilled, pouring juice on the ground and onto my hands. I grabbed one, and popped it into my mouth. The taste has improved over the years, but I still know what I don't put them willingly into my mouth.
I went to go wash my hands off, but there was nothing around so I stepped down by the water. There were some steps nearby, so I went over by them. The water was precariously close, so I stepped down and was going to reach but it was too far away, I stepped down again onto the next steep, and WHOOSH! I was down. In the split seconds that I was in the air, I was awaiting and freaking out about the water that I knew I was going to fall into. Here in Murano. Two hours from dryness and warmth. I reach out my hand, and somehow, by the good grace of God, I was able to catch myself on the ledge and on the dry step behind me. It was way too close. I literally thought I was going in. I got up as quick as I could and got as far away from those steps as possible. What happened was that algae had built on the steps making them extremely slippery. It was a very good thing I didn't fall in for two reasons: One, I only had one pair of pants and one jacket. Two, we were, at the closest, two hours from our hostel, so if I got wet, I would be very cold for a very long time. And I would be drenched in rank sea water.
That was almost strike three, but it was very thankfully avoided. Right behind where we were dining was a small church and near the courtyard was an archway that led to a small neighborhood. There were no tourists, no noise, just locals outside. It was incredible. It was like a glimpse into real Italy.
After our lunch/close call we headed back towards a bus stop, but going through the back alleys of Murano. It was unreal. It literally looked like an empty Hollywood set, that was built, but had nothing behind it.
We made it to a bus stop, but it was a different one than what we had taken there. We figured out the schedule and at the next bus we all hopped on. But lo and behold, we look back, and Rita and Natalya were kept back because the bus was too full. We call out to them. Gone. This is potentially bad, but it could be worse. We decide to get off at the next island and then jump onto their boat with them. The next island is the San Michele Cemetery. The whole island is a walled in cemetery housing thousands of people. We get off, use the free bathroom, and explored the island in the 20 minutes that we had there, we then return, jump on the boat, and look for them ,but no sightings. To their credit, the boat was absolutely packed, so it wasn't looking too optimistic of moving, let alone of finding them.
We keep going. Stop. Go. Stop. Go. The boats take forever. Finally, we are getting close to St. Mark's when we see them! Getting off! We call them, grab them, and reign them in. Reunited! We waited another stop or two and then got off at a very green, park-ish looking place. It was beautiful: the sun was warm, there was green, and it was a sunset over the bay. We walked around the park and crossed into the next area. From this point, I think it was Amanda who found Venice. Not in the tourist areas, but in a little back alley, nestled up to a little canal, there was Venice in all of it's glory. There was laundry hanging out to dry on lines set up between the buildings. We wandered for quite some time in this area. It was very calming and peaceful, but also everything we were expecting when we said "Venice."
As it began to get darker, we made our way towards St. Mark's square. Good Idea and Bad idea. It was really nice and had a lot of cool stuff, but it was literally like walking in a sea of people. We made our way around as quickly as we could, which took about two hours. It was awesome to absorb all the people and such, but it was very draining. We walked down many alleys in huge packs of people. But it was fun.
Venice is really pretty at night, and the canals look kind of mystical. Like you're stepping into another world or as if you are dreaming awake. We made a long journey back to our bus stop, found our bus, and packed onto it as best we could. Another 40 minutes. Back to the hostel.
First things first, we go in and ask about hot water and if it's possible for our heaters to work. Maybe. We were told that "he" would come to take a look at it and to fix it. We sat back in our room. We all wore our coats. It was deathly cold. No one showed up. We were pretty pathetic. But it was cold, and we didn't want to be there, so we went to the hostel restaurant area, told the guy again that no one showed up, and we played cards for a while.
I had no concept of time in Venice, we just did things, so I have no idea what time we went back to the room, but when we got there, it was slightly warmer…not much, but barely. And the water was warm! Victory! It was still super cold, evidenced by the fact that I wore a hat and gloves to sleep, but otherwise, it was a pretty glorious day.
Our first day in Venice, despite the cold and some mishaps, ended up being very productive. So far so good on our trip.
Day 2:
What time is it? Maybe 8:15ish. We're supposed to meet Kenneth (DJ) and Elly at circa 10 in the AM. I wake up. All the girls have showered, so basically, the shower is all mine. Hold up. Before this, during the night, there was a curious and familiar feeling in my room. It was the bitter cold. I woke up in the middle of the night in a frigid mess. I think I could almost see my breath in the night. I felt like I was living in an igloo.
Fastforward. Morning comes, I drag myself out of bed after being awakened by Amanda knocking on my door. I was awake before this, of course, but laying in my bed is the time when I process some of my nightly thoughts. Fully awake, I grab my clothes, and head to the bathroom. Turn on the water. Wash my hands. Check the water. Walk around. Check the Water. There is a slight problem: The water is arctic. It is so cold, I can't tell if it's my imagination, or if there are actual ice particles floating around. I gave the water a fighting chance, but I knew there wasn't much improvement to be made. I mutter under my breath (in my mind) about how the girls used all the hot water and take the plunge.
It was colder than I remembered. I took the fastest shower I ever have, mostly to avoid hypothermia. I jumped out of the shower doing a crazy jig. I haven't felt this cold since jumping into the Baltic Sea. Ah! Usually, I hate being still wet from the shower and having to put on all my clothes, but this time, I didn't even matter. I just needed something warm.
Thus starts our first day in Italy. Come to find out, EVERYONE had ice cold showers that morning. So far, that's a negative mark for our hostel, but hey, it's an adventure right? And it's a hostel, so what should I expect?
Since we had zero foods in our possession other than items brought from Lithuania (which actually was more than you'd think) we began our walk to the bus stop. The good news is that there is a bakery on the way. We stop in inside. I always forget how much I love bakeries until I step inside them. They are just brilliant places. I ordered an apple turnover, Amanda ordered a bread roll in the shape of a car, Rita got a chocolate pastry, and they were all unbelievably good. T hat was a pretty good start to the day.
We get to the bus stop. It's on one of the river outlets that drains into the Adriatic Sea. It's our first glimpse of water (at least, in the daylight). This is it, on the way to Venice! The bus comes by and stops. Doors open. One word to describe the bus: Packed. We shove our way onto the bus. I'm standing next to Rita. Kind of. It's hard to say, there are so many people.
The bus ride goes on. Ten Minutes. Twenty Minutes. Thirty Minutes. Forty Minutes. Finally we begin crossing the bridge into Venice. My backpack is already weighing heavy on my back and the guy in front of me looks like a pirate. This is going to be a crazy day. Venice looms before us, but not "picture" Venice, but "Industrial" Venice, where there is a parking garage and stuff like that. No little inlets yet in sight. We roll around and stop at the curb. People flood out.
The five of us gather like magnet. We look around for DJ and Elly. Not in sight. We split up and search for ten minutes. Nothing. Return. To our left, out of nowhere, pops Elly. Then DJ. Somehow, amidst the throngs of people, they found us. We establish a meeting spot--it's by the bridge, next to the garbage can. We regurgitate the information that was given to us by our Hostel's receptionist. After talking it over, we decide to go with a "Rolling Venice Card" which will allow us to travel on any bus or water bus for the next three days, all for a set student price. We purchase them with minimal confusion, although the way the system is organized is maximally confusing.
The next thing we're walking the streets of Venice. Closer to the square, things don't look as Venetian, but they still are. It's pretty ridiculous. I have never, and probably will never, see a city set up like that, literally, on the water. Jessica stops at a bank and the rest of us are looking into glass shops. I am standing with Amanda by the water when Jess comes running up to us telling us to check out the ATM. Apparently, she entered the wrong PIN (Which was right, but they just don't really work here in Europe all the time) and…it sucked her card in and told her to notify her band. Ouch. Strike Two. We try to go into the bank, but it's closed, since it's Saturday. We are literally out of options for her, which is a mega bummer. I don't know how she did it, but she was able to keep her calm and we just continued on, which seems kind of crazy, but it's literally all we could do.
Since we only had a limited amount, and ever diminishing at that, of Euros, we decided that it would be more productive and beneficial if we bought groceries for our day rather than buying meals all the time. We got so confused finding the store, but Rita was able to use her Spanish skills to understand a woman enough to figure out where the grocer was. Inside was like a whole new world that I have never experienced in Lithuania. There was tons of food, but not just food, green food. Fruits I hadn't seen in months, vegetables that I don't even like looked incredible. I kind wished I could buy them. And the carts! They were tall, deep baskets, but they had wheels on the bottom, on the back side, and you pull them around. It was sweet!
I bought sweet rolls, oranges, and a sandwich, along with some Coke. I don't know why I have an affinity for Coke, but I always buy it when it's cheap. It was .74 cents for 1,5L. That's a good price, right?
We pack up all our food into our backpacks and bags and, next to the grocer is our water bus stop. We take the Direct Murano to the island of Murano. Murano is one of the most famous islands in the Venetian chain; it's the glass blowing island, so nearly all of Venetian glass is made on Murano. It was very odd to sit on a boat and consider it a bus, but it was pretty awesome. We left the Venetian inlet and sailed North to the island. Murano is kind of like a micro-Venice. It's set up much of the same way, just it's bunches smaller. There were a few glass museums/showrooms right when we stepped off, and dang, the glass was brilliant! They didn't allow pictures, but everything there was incredibly formed and sculpted. For two seconds, I imagined myself being a glass-master living on Murano, taking the bus to Venice every other day to buy groceries and to go to classes or something. But in my imagination, all my glass sculptures sucked and I was bad at making glass so I decided that perhaps I should forego the idea.
We left the glass showroom and wandered onto the island. There is one main strip of wide canal and the city is divided on both sides of it. We wandered around, looking at shops, and enjoying Venetian culture. After about an hour or so, we had made it to the other side of the island and finally came to a place where there were very, very minimal tourists/people. We sat ourselves down upon a retaining wall around some trees and a bench and broke out our lunches. It was a glorious day. Sun shiningly warmly, no snow, cheap food, eating lunch in Italy. Natalya offered me some olives. I have never in my life liked Olives, but since I've begun liking more foods this semester, I offered to at least try one and to give it a chance. I was sitting on the opposite side, so she pushed the olive jar by me, but it hit a stone on the ledge and spilled, pouring juice on the ground and onto my hands. I grabbed one, and popped it into my mouth. The taste has improved over the years, but I still know what I don't put them willingly into my mouth.
I went to go wash my hands off, but there was nothing around so I stepped down by the water. There were some steps nearby, so I went over by them. The water was precariously close, so I stepped down and was going to reach but it was too far away, I stepped down again onto the next steep, and WHOOSH! I was down. In the split seconds that I was in the air, I was awaiting and freaking out about the water that I knew I was going to fall into. Here in Murano. Two hours from dryness and warmth. I reach out my hand, and somehow, by the good grace of God, I was able to catch myself on the ledge and on the dry step behind me. It was way too close. I literally thought I was going in. I got up as quick as I could and got as far away from those steps as possible. What happened was that algae had built on the steps making them extremely slippery. It was a very good thing I didn't fall in for two reasons: One, I only had one pair of pants and one jacket. Two, we were, at the closest, two hours from our hostel, so if I got wet, I would be very cold for a very long time. And I would be drenched in rank sea water.
That was almost strike three, but it was very thankfully avoided. Right behind where we were dining was a small church and near the courtyard was an archway that led to a small neighborhood. There were no tourists, no noise, just locals outside. It was incredible. It was like a glimpse into real Italy.
After our lunch/close call we headed back towards a bus stop, but going through the back alleys of Murano. It was unreal. It literally looked like an empty Hollywood set, that was built, but had nothing behind it.
We made it to a bus stop, but it was a different one than what we had taken there. We figured out the schedule and at the next bus we all hopped on. But lo and behold, we look back, and Rita and Natalya were kept back because the bus was too full. We call out to them. Gone. This is potentially bad, but it could be worse. We decide to get off at the next island and then jump onto their boat with them. The next island is the San Michele Cemetery. The whole island is a walled in cemetery housing thousands of people. We get off, use the free bathroom, and explored the island in the 20 minutes that we had there, we then return, jump on the boat, and look for them ,but no sightings. To their credit, the boat was absolutely packed, so it wasn't looking too optimistic of moving, let alone of finding them.
We keep going. Stop. Go. Stop. Go. The boats take forever. Finally, we are getting close to St. Mark's when we see them! Getting off! We call them, grab them, and reign them in. Reunited! We waited another stop or two and then got off at a very green, park-ish looking place. It was beautiful: the sun was warm, there was green, and it was a sunset over the bay. We walked around the park and crossed into the next area. From this point, I think it was Amanda who found Venice. Not in the tourist areas, but in a little back alley, nestled up to a little canal, there was Venice in all of it's glory. There was laundry hanging out to dry on lines set up between the buildings. We wandered for quite some time in this area. It was very calming and peaceful, but also everything we were expecting when we said "Venice."
As it began to get darker, we made our way towards St. Mark's square. Good Idea and Bad idea. It was really nice and had a lot of cool stuff, but it was literally like walking in a sea of people. We made our way around as quickly as we could, which took about two hours. It was awesome to absorb all the people and such, but it was very draining. We walked down many alleys in huge packs of people. But it was fun.
Venice is really pretty at night, and the canals look kind of mystical. Like you're stepping into another world or as if you are dreaming awake. We made a long journey back to our bus stop, found our bus, and packed onto it as best we could. Another 40 minutes. Back to the hostel.
First things first, we go in and ask about hot water and if it's possible for our heaters to work. Maybe. We were told that "he" would come to take a look at it and to fix it. We sat back in our room. We all wore our coats. It was deathly cold. No one showed up. We were pretty pathetic. But it was cold, and we didn't want to be there, so we went to the hostel restaurant area, told the guy again that no one showed up, and we played cards for a while.
I had no concept of time in Venice, we just did things, so I have no idea what time we went back to the room, but when we got there, it was slightly warmer…not much, but barely. And the water was warm! Victory! It was still super cold, evidenced by the fact that I wore a hat and gloves to sleep, but otherwise, it was a pretty glorious day.
Our first day in Venice, despite the cold and some mishaps, ended up being very productive. So far so good on our trip.
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