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In between vaporetto rides in Venezia

We skipped breakfast because John said we had to catch the first vaporetto to Mazzorbo from Venice. It was a chilly morning and the narrow alleys of Venezia were still empty. The waterbus arrived. Half asleep, I picked a spot with enough sunlight hoping to get some warmth. Before I could even sneak a power nap, I felt the sea breeze numbing my cheeks. Ah, I have yet to get used to seeing sunlight and feeling cold at the same time!

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