Delicious delicious soooo delicious buffet breakfast overlooking the Grand Canal.
Also there were delicious delicious sooooooooo very delicious sausage meatballs.
Following breakfast we hopped on a private boat (a LIMO boat, a step up from yesterday's taxi boat) and headed to the island of Murano.
Murano is where all the pretty glass sculptures and things that Venice is known for are made. We visited a glass factory and watched a grubby-looking fat man (he looked basically like a drunken deadbeat dad) take a bright red ball of glass and mold it into a pretty little horsey. A glass artist! Who would have known?
Auntie Liz seriously contmplated purchasing a fancy glass cup for $4000.
They said pictures weren't allowed of any of the incredible glass art-pieces. And I know that's no excuse. But still. There are no pictures to show. Only little glass trinkets.
Also they make masks.
Later in the evening the Aunties decided we should go on a gondola ride.
Apparently a gondolier is not equal to a taxi driver:
#1 They own their gondolas.
#2 They sing. (Often poorly.)
#3 They wear nifty little uniforms and hats.
#4 They charge 200 euro ($270) an hour.
#5(?) They take advantage of little asian Aunties and their insane spending habits.
Nope. Being a gondolier would not suck.
Nor would being an Auntie.
I hope you will not back out on your promise of a little asian auntie all my own.
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