When we arrived in Santa Lucia Station in Venice Emilio helped me carry my bags to an expensive looking water limousine. He jumped in before me, tossed down the bags and offered me his giant hand to help me in. I thought he looked a bit ridiculous in the way he was over reacting to try to treat me like a princess. It even had Carla laughing at him with a shake of her head. I took his hand to be polite as he helped me into the boat. Collin was the last to enter and seemed to be treating me more like an ice queen with his anger about what occurred in Florence not much closer to subsiding.
We took to the water into the center of the beautiful canals of Venice. The waves splashed against the side. Although it was winter, the locals filled the streets shopping at their familiar food markets
