All I know is that my father is going to take us to Venice and maybe we can also find a good place to eat lunch with my brother-in-law and a new found friend and sister in Christ, Elma.
An earshot of Venice, Murano, a small island, separated by a wide body of water from the main island. The two-story buildings, all-charming canal houses, quaint streets, and picturesque views caught my attention immediately and made us all excited to bring home evidences of the visit to the island. Until we reached the middle of the day, nearly famished, with my girls grumbling to have lunch.
