The real Venice is my favorite city in Italy. The other Venice is my favorite neighborhood in LA. And the fake Venice is my favorite hotel in Vegas. I guess I have a thing for gondolas.
The last time Hal and I were in Sin City, my only goal was a romantic ride through the canals. I mean, it's almost like the real thing. Almost. We had just gotten out of The Strokes concert and Hal carried me piggyback (my shoes were killing me), racing through The Strip to make it to the gondolas on time. We missed it by mere moments.
So this time around, the gondolas were top priority! Our gondolier sang us "That's Amore" as we cruised through chlorinated water and kissed under imitation bridges as the mock sun set in the artificial sky :)
