After all the traffic in Florence and Rome (the Italians have a serious love of their car horns...) arriving in Venice was delightful. No cars! I loved getting on the boats in order to ride through the canals to go to class. I remember going to Murano (a neighboring island) to watch the glass blowers. Then I walked through the show rooms and saw thousand dollar chandeliers. Such talent! Another thing I remember was that my bedroom had a window box filled with geraniums. The clothes line was accessed from my window so I had to lean over the geraniums to hang my laundry. And--oh mercy--the day I dropped my black undies in front of an Italian businessman...he stopped and tossed them up to me. I thought I would die of mortification! Even now I feel a blush starting to rise up my chest and neck just remembering it!
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