Rosolina Beach and Venice, Italy

So! I'm still not caught up on my trip from when Chelle was here. I have all of these good intentions but when it comes down to it, I don't think I'm a good travel blogger. I wish I was because you wouldn't believe the adventures I've had. People have asked why I don't post more pictures to Facebook. And truth be told, it's because I don't want to seem like I'm bragging. I mean, who gets to live in Germany for one thing, and for another, who gets to travel around Europe?

The thing is though, is that I don't want to forget all of these amazing moments. For example, we just got back from Italy where we drove to Rosolina and hung out near the Adriatic Sea. I swam with my kids for the first time since Jackson was a baby really. And it felt so good. I wore the crap out of my bathing suit. One of my most favorite moments was holding Nevie in the water and looking directly into her eyes and telling her I never wanted to forget that moment. And I probably won't. There was some times where it was just us in the water, with lots of other people. But our family was together. And it was so fun! I don't want to forget Sadie's face of disgust with the way the salt water tasted, and Jackson floating on his back in the water with practicaly no effort.

Beach bum

Zumba on the beach! 

That same night, we dressed in regular clothes with our salty skin and drove to Venice. It was 9:00 p.m. and we drove to Venice for a quick ride on the Vaporetto. I took this picture as we crossed some body of water and the sun was setting.

 At first, none of us were very excited because when we saw the boat, it was crowded and there was standing room only. We made a transfer at a nearby dock and the guy was yelling "San Marco" as we just stood there. He obviously could tell we were tourists because he said, "Where are you going?" and I said we were just riding so he directed us to the front of the boat where there were seats. The perfect amount of seats for a perfect night time ride down the canals of Venice.

That is the stuff dreams are made of. Really. I mean, swimming in the sea, and riding in a boat. In Italy.

We are home now and I have so much to talk about!

I mean, since I last wrote, there have been a hundred trips and experiences I've had. I'm hoping I get to them all! Because they are all worth writing about.

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