Story 17: Mangia? No.

So, I managed to miss dinner, but of course that meant I got to make friends. Oh, and substitute my dinner calories for approximately 1 liter of Chianti, three beers, two glasses of Prosecco and the gloomy feeling of an inevitable next-morning hangover. Oh, and I made some Italian friends to join my lush life.






(I stopped for a photo-op on my way to dinner. I didn't go in.)





(a little piece of home in Venice.)






(yes, that's a Budweiser in honor of the American girl. Salute!)