But it ain't Venice's Grand Canal.
Our flight to Amsterdam was canceled, finally, early this morning. Bad equipment, it seems, and there was no backup plane available for our transport. And so sometime in the wee hours today, we found ourselves desperately trying to get a bit of sleepy-time in a humble but hyperactive motel underwritten by an apologetic Delta.
Now what we imagined... the lodgings for our planned/envisioned Venice overnights open out to sweeping northwards views across the calm Adriatic, with the soft hills of the verdant Veneto fading into the craggy dolomites behind. Maybe there's. a vaporetto in view, a gondola that got lost, a delivery boat, a trash scow.
Or this, it rained last night. Honda, Escort, Jeep—whose tires are wet.
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