Venice...

...is like being in a painting. The streets don´t have a systems of names or numbers so you inevitably get lost. I spent my first day roaming the streets with a Chinese dancer-turned golf account exec-turned unemployed. Apparently, they work six hour weeks. Yeah, totally shoot me. Then I spent the rest of my time in Venice with an Alabama teacher (second in line to be the Marlboro man - true story, he told me) and his son and his fiance. We found a place where you can fill your water bottles with wine from the family´s winery. Why aren´t places like that everywhere?

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