Lost in Venice

Three flights and a water taxi found Sierra and I in Venice without our luggage. We spent the afternoon getting lost, then finally stumbled upon the hotel that we'd booked from a payphone at the airport. We settled in, while listening to an incredibly loud French woman screaming and yelling in sexual ecstasy for quite a long time. I guess the romance of Venice rubbed off on her, or at least her boyfriend did.
The little alleys and water lined streets are gorgeous. Today was Sierra's birthday, but we drank so much €1.00 cabernet last night that we didn't make it out of the house until well after three. We had a "whore's breakfast" of chocolate cake to celebrate, then gouged on olives and cheese.
It feels good to finally be off on our voyage after the insanity of moving out and getting "Anniversary Present" finished at the same time. What a mess. But now it's done and we're across the world, far from home. The first days of our long travels.