Normally, how you get to your vacation hotel would not be interesting enough to blog about. Unless you’re going to Venice. I will zip you ahead to the landing at the Marco Polo Airport, and you get to skip the umpteen-hour flight.
There were quilt patterns everywhere I looked! A lovely crazy-quilt patchwork, complete with some embroidered embellishment:
Then an applique’d plane with a little free-motion meandering:
We don’t land on the island. We need to get there. “Water Taxi, please!”
After a 20-minute boat ride, we arrive at a pier. We unload and walk to the hotel (and I was so glad we had at least one tour guide with us at all times!). Our checked bags arrive shortly. After a short time to freshen up, we embarked on a walking tour of Venice. That’s for tomorrow’s post.
Venice is a remarkable city. There are NO cars, buses, delivery trucks, scooters. There are boats and feet. We used our feet a lot.