Mishaps

Sunday I yelled at my students. (Yes, we were in school on Sunday.) Today I yelled at them again. It would be so nice, if when I say "Please be quiet." they paid attention. Usually, the noise gets slightly less deafening for about ten seconds. December might be the worst month to be a teacher. Check back in May for a final verdict. Sometimes I just want to punch them in the face. And simultaneously cry. I think the problem is that the weekend before last I was on supervision and this weekend we had our student worker Christmas party at our house and then Sunday school, then taking some kids into town on Sunday night... I haven't had much of a break from them lately. And I'm starting to hate them. Well, not all of them. In fact the vast majority of them I like very much. But there are about ten who I could easily do without. Christmas break begins tomorrow. I'm past ready for this one.

Good books

This year I didn't try to read a book a week. Instead, I focused on trying to read award-winning books and books that came highly recommended by others. So here is a list of some of my favorite books of the year. I hope it helps you pick a good one.

The Good Good Pig-true story of a family and their pig. Heartwarming animal story.
The Known World-novel about free blacks in the pre-civil war south who owned slaves. Pulitzer prize winner.
People of the Book-historical fiction about the Sarajevo Haggadah, a valuable Jewish book which was saved by Muslims and Christians.
Grace Eventually-the newest memoir by Anne Lamott.
Year of Wonders-Historical novel about a town in England that is hit by the plague.
I am Asher Lev-I love Chaim Potok, one of my favorites of his.
First They Killed My Father-memoir about the Cambodian genocide.
Gathering Blue-Juvenile fiction - Lois Lowry's companion to The Giver
The Center Cannot Hold-memoir about living with Schizophrenia
The Law of Similars-novel about homeopathy and the choices we make in extreme circumstances
March-historical novel about Mr. March of Little Women, Pulitzer Prize winner, don't read if you want to keep your Little Women vision intact (but a very interesting book)
So Brave, Young and Handsome-novel by the author of Peace Like a River. Adventure and redemption.
The Lost-memoir/history, the author tries to find out what happened to six of his family members during the Holocaust. Kind of heavy and fact-laden, but very interesting to me.
Messenger-Juvenile fiction - companion to The Giver and Messenger
The Almost Moon-novel about family ties and mental illness. Pretty dark, but intriguing.

So those are my favorite books of 2008. There are about eight more that are in progress, you know how that goes... So I'll update if one of them makes it onto my favorites list before the end of the year. This post was especially for Kristina. =)

Negligent blogger returns to cyberspace

I know. It's been awhile. I have the semi-excuse of the broken keyboard, but truth be told, I have a work computer and Michael's computer if I really wanted to blog. Also, I can't find my camera cord, so I can't post pictures. Which is irritating me. I know it's been missing for at least two months... but where could I have put it? I've turned the house upside down, but no luck. In any case, life here continues in it's usual busy, generally good way. It all feels more routine this year, and yet I'm busier than ever with Junior class sponsorship (ugh) and Business Math. We're starting to look for jobs in Nashville for after this school year. I'm anxious to move home, and unsure that God will allow me to do that.

Some other things that have happened lately: We went to Louisville and Nashville for Thanksgiving break. I helped Michael's mom do some wedding planning, (she's getting married at the end of March), and I was with my sister when she found "the dress", (she's getting married at the end of May).

We went and bought a Christmas tree at the tree farm down the road. I decorated it and am feeling especially jolly this week. I love Christmas ever so much. Strange, for a girl who hates winter so much. Maybe it's because Christmas makes winter seem more bearable.

I've been off birth-control for a few months now and feel like maybe my depression/anxiety/sluggishness is lifting. What if that were one of the big contributing factors all along and I never knew it? I've been on birth control since shortly before I started college because of the ovarian cysts... which is right around the time I started having serious problems. I'm trying not to think about those seven years of struggles, and yet hope that it could be true, so that it would maybe ease the struggle. And no, I'm not pregnant. But yes, someone asked me again last weekend at church. That was pure joy.

This year for Christmas, my family is going to Gatlinburg. This will be the first Christmas without Grandma, and my aunt and mom were finding it a little too difficult to try to do normal Christmas without her. We're very glad to have something to look forward to this year (Christa's wedding) instead of more death, like last year.

And lastly, for this post, I'm reading The Shack right now and I would like to recommend it to all of you. I'm finding it very mind-opening and hopeful. I'll try to be a better blog friend.

Blue state

Last night the state I was born in went blue (Colorado) and the state I live in went blue. That was a first for me. I'm very happy to be in a blue state. I cried a little when the election results came in at 11 pm eastern time. Tears of disbelief and joy. As much as I've hoped for this day and campaigned and volunteered for this day, I didn't really believe it would happen. Call me jaded, but I thought the Reps would find a way to steal it. In any case, this is a new day and provides a new dream for many people who had never had this chance before. There will be a whole different kind of presidential portrait. There will be a different kind of first family. I can only rejoice and pray that he is well protected and that, along with all his other advisors, he allows God to guide. I'm very excited, and that's all I'll say. For now.

I wanna go back to Union again...

Here I sit in the UC microlab, and everything seems so familiar, and yet I don't know anyone. That's the weird part. Like a parallel universe. You go back to your house after a day of work and other people are living there, with your furniture and pets. Eating your food. And you can't come in.

We brought 25 students here for October homeleave to check out the school. Hopefully the good ones will love it and come here and help make Union the awesome place it is.

We had a long day yesterday, we left the school at 9:00 am, drove to Philadelphia, flew to Minneapolis, flew to Omaha, waited for over an hour to be picked up, and arrived at Union around 9:00 pm. And we lost an hour on the way.

Life has been crazy busy, but mostly good. This week, however, after cleaning my keyboard, I realized I had broken it. It now types "aq" when I type a or q. And "sw" when I type s or w. And so on, down the keyboard, but only for the top two lines of letters. Also, the shift key doesn't work for those letters. The apple guy was very nice, but told me it will cost $300 to fix it, since it isn't covered by applecare, because I broke it myself. So that's discouraging.

Sorry for the lack of posting. I've been sick for about a month and that has kept me in bed as much of the time as I can, what with work and responsibilities. Now I've mostly lost my voice. But I don't feel too bad, so I guess that's improvement.

So that's a peak into our lives right now. We'll be in Lincoln till Sunday at 5 am when we start the treck back to PA. I don't know why we do this to ourselves... And oh yeah, Michael will not be the camp director at Laurel Lake this coming summer. I'm happy about that. For reals. Peace out.

Things done over homeleave

My dad came to visit over homeleave. His first visit to our home. So we showed him around Philadelphia, saw the Liberty Bell and Independence Hall. We went to the old Wannemaker's, which is now a Macy's. There they have the world's largest working organ, which they play every day at noon and 5:30. So we listened to the noon concert, which was lovely. We saw a few old churches where our Founding Fathers were common visitors or members. Then we went down to the Italian Market, which was mostly closed at 6:00, but we found a great little bakery and bought a piece of chocolate raspberry ganache cake and a piece of chocolate covered cheesecake. They were delicious. Then we ate at a great little restaurant where the portions and quality were fantastic and the presentation was beautiful. I think it was called Sabrina's.

Friday we mostly hung around the house, but we did venture out into Hamburg, and we showed my dad the school. Saturday we made a lovely brunch with crepes, fruit salad and hashbrowns. Then we went to Lancaster and looked at Amish stuff. Quilts, baked goods, etc. We stopped at the big 10,000 Villages in Ephrata that has a little cafe inside and sells fair trade Persian Rugs. On Sunday we left Michael home and Dad and I explored Longwood Gardens.

Now I'm back to work. I'm pretty tired, but glad for a good visit with my dad, even though it rained and was cloudy every day he was here. Too bad you can't order up the weather for such occasions.

We may shortly have some exciting news to share. Pending the final decision... coming any day now.

Exciting news

Freerice.com now has many subjects to quiz yourself on! You can try famous paintings, your multiplication tables, world geography, chemistry, other languages... I'm having a ball this afternoon. Go get excited all over again!

Neglectful me

I have been mostly absent from the blogosphere lately. Sorry about that. I just spent most of my afternoon at work catching up on everything that's going on in everyone else's lives. I think part of the neglectfulness is the new school year and added responsibilities. I'm busy with Business Math and trying to think of new ways to explain problems that seem all too simple to me. Mostly I say, "Here's how you do it. Here's your assignment. Now do it." Then go around the classroom and answer questions. How there are questions, I don't really know. But some of the kids really love the class. I think it's because they've finally found a math class that they're good at. It builds their self-esteem. That's fun to watch. In English class today one of my students told me I looked pretty. That pretty much made my day. If a student even recognizes me as a human being it's pretty much a good thing. A human being who looks nice: even better.

We didn't have a long Labor Day weekend. Actually we had almost no weekend at all. We were on supervision Friday night and Sabbath, then had class meetings and elections Saturday night (that was as fun as jumping into a barrel of barracuda), then Sunday School, and right on into the regular school week. So I've been tired this week. Tomorrow we're going to a church two hours away to make an offering appeal for the school. So Saturday evening we're hoping to watch a movie. (What a novelty!) And Sunday I'm going to try to make it to the Farmer's Market to buy some produce. Those are my only plans.

This afternoon we're going into Reading. Michael's going to give plasma while I shop. On my list: Season 4 of The Office and bobby pins. Then we're going to Olive Garden for the never-ending pasta bowl. Can't have too much pasta, right?

Also, it's been freakishly hot and the school doesn't have central air, so I've been roasting in my office. Bleh.

Here I am today, after three weeks of school. That's the hardest part, and I survived!

This might be TMI

I spent part of Monday morning throwing up. For no apparent reason. No flu, no food in my belly (I mostly threw up the apple juice that I drank when I woke up). That, combined with another odd symptom or two, which I will not list here because they are too private, had me convinced for a couple of hours that I would soon be in for mommyhood. I counted back to when I went off my birth control shot. Only about a month. And now I'm on the patch. Surely I'm not that fertile, right? After consulting some internet chat rooms about the effects of going off the Depo shot and then consulting my home pregnancy test, I am not pregnant. But that was a scary couple of hours. Thank goodness for the internet to ease my fears. Apparently the effects of going off Depo can be pretty strong, although I had no such symptoms last time I went off. Then again, I was on it much longer this time.

Anyway, Tuesday was fun. Students and staff members assume that if I'm sick or have a doctor's appointment that I'm pregnant. And they feel free to ask me. I was glad that I could laugh it off. At least for now.

School is still going well. I feel much more energized and happy and just in my comfort zone than I did last year. It almost makes me wish that we weren't wanting to leave, if it just gets better every year. I'm busier, with the extra class and supervision, but I also feel more connected to the students and more fulfilled. So all around goodness. I do miss my husband, but I guess I'll see him at the end of May. And maybe it will be a little better after the Democratic National Convention is over.

And so it goes

Another school year has begun. So far classes are going well. I have fewer students in each class, which is nice, and they don't seem quite as rambunctious as last year's group. So I'm hoping for good things. So far only 16 students in my Business Math class, and I hope it stays that way. That would be amazing.

My student workers are great. Eager to learn and helpful. I have high hopes for a much less stressful year, even though I've added a class and supervision to my load. Still, I'm optimistic.

I had some crazy nightmares the few days before classes started, and there has been some difficult sleeping, but all around, much better than the last two years. Michael has about a week left of his two online courses, so he has a lot on his plate, but is glad to be teaching two Bible classes and one History, instead of three Bible. That's a lot of Bible classes to try to make interesting.

Anyway, that's the short update from here. I'm excited for a new year. Also, the weather's been beautiful, so I've been trying to soak it up before winter invades.

Here I am in my newly green office on the third day of school.

Piazza San Marco

I've been trying for weeks to upload this video. I'm sure there's a better way to do it, but Blogger didn't like it, so here's a link to it. Hope you enjoy. I did. I hope you enjoy our conversation.

Video of St. Mark's Square

Goings on

It shouldn't be humanly possible to sleep as much as I have been lately. Between 10 and 12 hours a night. And I still wake up groggy and force myself not to take naps during the day, or go to bed at 8:30, which is when I want to go to bed. I hope it has more to do with my medication than my mental state. I've been slowly reducing the dosage on my antidepressant, and would like to go down a little more, but I'm afraid of impending doom if I go too low. Where is the line? The balance? I wish I knew. And also, I wish I knew whether last winter's disaster was just caused by the perfect storm of small contributing factors or whether this is something I should expect in my life. A few years of relative okay and then a year of horrendous disappointments? I guess there's only one way to find out. And having anxiety attacks about it in the meantime probably won't help. Okay, it definitely won't help.

So besides the enormous amounts of sleep, we started having pre-session meetings this week with our new principal. I like him. He's punctual, a quality I probably over-value in people. He's also into building staff relationships and he's fairly blunt. I like that. Also, he wants to pay me more. I like that. He came to me and said he was confused by my contract. I told him in the nicest way possible that I didn't think it was fair, but that I like working here, and that there are a lot of injustices in the world. He said that just because life isn't fait doesn't mean we shouldn't try to correct it. So to make a long story short, I may be making a lot more money this year. I'm excited about that.

Also, I agreed to teach one section of Business Math this year. Because I have lost my mind. And Michael's and my schedules overlap this year, so I can't have any breakdowns because he won't be able to sub for me. So here's hoping that last winter's difficulties will stay in last winter and not infect this one. Because as nice as it is to have a husband who is willing to teach for you when you can't get out of bed, it's even nicer if he doesn't have to do that for you.

And to assist in that, I painted my office a light green. The plummy-mauve was killing me. It wasn't enough that it was cold and gray outside, I had to have a dreary hole to work in? No more! Light green-a color that exists in nature, that might brighten my mood on some dark days. That's the hope, at least.

A couple weeks ago I got bored, so we made a trip down south and saw first Michael's family, then spent a day at camp and remembered how good it is to be with best friends, then spent a few days with my family. The house that I was dreaming about sold, so I'll have to find a new house to dream about, I guess. We're still tentatively planning to move to Nashville after this school year. Of course we want to follow God's plan, so we're planning with hope that this is God's plan.

Students arrive next Friday. Registration on Sunday. School starts Monday. The nightmares have begun. It's the initial plunge that's painful. By October I should be fine.

I finished four books this week. But no lesson plans.

Roma - Ciao!

The drive from Florence to Rome was beautiful. We saw many fortress cities - perched on the top of a hill, surrounded by a wall. It gave a new meaning to the verse about being like a city on a hill. You can't see much of anything but hills all around, and there is this city sitting like a crown on top of the hill. Quite impressive. There were also fields of sunflowers and mountains and many other beautiful things to see.

Rome had crazy traffic, like nothing I've ever experienced. Not in Costa Rica or Jamaica or Paris. Sometimes there were no dividing lines for lanes, so the cars just filled all the space possible, bottlenecking, until it broke out into two lanes, with lines. Then all five former lanes jam into that space. And if there isn't enough space on your side of the road, and no one is coming on the other side too soon, just drive over there. No big deal. And all the scooters and motorcycles weave between the cars. It was stressful. So after finally finding the airport (signs were not very helpful) we dropped off the car and took the train back into the city. Unfortunately, we didn't remember where our hotel was. So we had to ask a lady at a tourist information booth. We only knew the name of the hotel. She helped us and we got back safely.

The next day we took a bus tour of the city and saw many sights: Circo Massimo, the oldest standing theater, the Jewish Synagogue, Saint Peter's, Vatican City, the biggest dog ever (or small horse, if you prefer), the Trevi Fountain and the Pantheon. We also happened upon the changing of the guard at Parliament. (?) We were just walking down the street, heard a band playing, and followed the music. There were lots of soldiers with guns.

The next day it was our mission to see the Coliseum and the Sistine Chapel. The Coliseum was very interesting, and of course, huge. Looking out of it and watching the cars whiz by, I wondered what it would be like to drive by the Coliseum on your way to work every day. It was just mind boggling. There are ruins that were buildings before Christ walked on earth. It was amazing. Because of a bus strike in the city that day we had to wait a long, long time for our tour bus, but finally we found one and went over to Vatican City and made the hike to the Vatican Museum and the Sistine Chapel. We really just wanted to see the Sistine Chapel, but they don't let you do that. We went through dozens of rooms filled with sculptures, tapestries, paintings and other priceless works of art. Almost every ceiling was covered with paintings or frescoes. The amount of art was stunning. I couldn't even take it all in. Finally we got to the Sistine Chapel, where there was a guard yelling, "Please be quiet! No pictures!" Most people ignored him and talked as loud as they pleased and snapped pictures (some with the flash on). I'll admit that I held my camera down by my waist, pointed up and took a couple shots. But I turned my flash off. It was amazing and beautiful. Go see it for yourself. There are no words.

So after the Sistine Chapel we ate at a creperie, had some more gelato and headed back to our hotel. We had our very best gelato that night when we were out searching for food around 9:00 near our hotel. I had ciocolato and frute de bosco (chocolate and berry). We were tempted to go back as soon as we finished. We should have.

The next day we flew back to New York.

All in all our trip was amazing. We saw amazing things and walked a lot and ate a whole lot of gelato. I recommend the limone. Yum. We got really tired of pizza and pasta. We planned the whole trip on our own, and I think it was a smashing success, if I do say so myself. And now, the final pictures from our amazing European adventure!

A city on a hill



On our bus tour


Castle San Angelo - the Papal fortress


The changing of the guard


Inside the Pantheon


Us outside the Pantheon


Some nuns outside the Piazza Venezia - there were nuns all over the place in Rome


The entrance to the largest park in Rome


Some ruins


Us at St. Peter's


St. Peter's


The Trevi Fountain


Inside the Vatican Museum


Also inside the Vatican Museum


The Sistine Ceiling


Leaving the Sistine Chapel/Vatican Museum


The Coliseum


Us inside the Coliseum


Inside the Coliseum


Piazza Venezia - where Mussolini used to give his speeches. Impressive, no?

Florence

We left Sappada a day early for our impromptu trip to Florence. On our drive to Florence I estimate we drove through 25 tunnels. It was a beautiful drive, and when we got to Florence we were overwhelmed with the views. The city is tucked between the hills, which are covered in beautiful gardens, and the Arno flows through the middle. We drove into the city from the hilltops above, near Piazza San Michelangelo, and at my first glimpse of the city I gasped. Since it was a spontaneous stop we had to find a hotel, so that was our first mission. The streets were crowded, and we could hardly find a place to park, but finally we did and got the last room at a very nice hotel with... air conditioning! Our first lodging with air conditioning in Europe. However, the shower was just a curtain that I pulled around myself and a drain in the floor. In a very small bathroom. So we left our bags there, ate some lunch at a hole in the wall (best pizza we experienced in Italy) and walked up the hill to the Piazza San Michelangelo. The views were incredible. We saw Il Duomo, the Ponte Vecchio, and some beautiful gardens.

After that, we walked down to the Ponte Vecchio, saw some amazing gelato, piled about a foot high, and saw the many jewelry stores on the Ponte Vecchio. We wound our way to Il Duomo and went inside. It was beautiful, and really cool to see things that I'd read about in my Literary Walk in Tuscany class. We also saw one of the Medici palaces, and one of their churches, which was right next door. Convenient. We walked around the city quite a bit and found an old fort, the name of which I've forgotten, and apparently I didn't take any pictures of it either. We also saw San Croce and had a wonderful gyro with falafel. It was fabulous after all the pizza and pasta we'd had. I didn't like the gelato in Florence as well as in Venice, but it was definitely still good. All in all, I loved Florence, and would love to go back for longer.

The next morning we got up rather early, had breakfast at our hotel and headed for Rome.

Michael was excited about the air conditioning.


Florence skyline and me.


The Ponte Vecchio, from Piazza san Michelangelo


Outside Il Duomo, I don't know the names of the other buildings.


Inside Il Duomo. It was amazing.


A hillside garden


Gelato, piled high. Do you see the fresh cantalope on the melon gelato? It was beautiful.


A street artist. He was amazing.


The Medici church


Santa Croce


Me and the Arno


Florence skyline


The sunset over the Arno and Ponte Vecchio


We got a nice Korean girl to take our picture with the Arno


Some fresh fruit and sandwiches that looked delicious and colorful

Sappada

Sappada, Italy is located in the Italian Dolomites, aka: the Alps. We arrived at our resort Saturday evening around 7:00 and checked in. We were thrilled to pay for linens (sheets, towels, etc.). That was a new one. But we had a little kitchen, a living room area and bedroom and bathroom. We also got to do laundry, which, after the sweatiness of Venice was a very good thing. We walked the streets of Sappada, and it was a charming little town. The first time (and a couple other times) I was compelled to sing "The Hills Are Alive" because of the soaring mountain peaks and fields of wildflowers. Cows mooing. Small school children in cute hats. It was kind of shocking beauty. On one of our walks I saw the biggest snails ever. They were two inches tall. It was kind of cool and kind of gross. Sadly, I didn't have my camera to document their enormity. So most days we would go into the village and find an alimentari (like a miniature grocery store) and get some sustenance. We also found the fruiteria. All kinds of fruits and vegetables. And the pasticeria (bakery). And the gelateria. Actually, there were three gelaterias. We tried them all. There were some cute shops with American clothes and Italian shoes. They were really expensive. All the shops opened at eight and closed at noon, then reopened around 3:30 until seven. A weird system, which we did not figure out for a few days. It didn't align well with our sleeping till noon schedule. This is basically a ski village, so its busy season is winter and it was pretty calm while we were there. Okay, downright boring at times. We had two English channels: BBC and CNN World. Let me tell you, they repeat the same news alot. We got to enjoy the Italian sports network where there were volleyball games and Olympic tryouts.

One day we ventured over to Austria, which was about two hours away on roads with hairpin curves. It looked pretty much like Sappada. However, we did stumble upon this castle on a hill. We went and walked around it, but it was all locked up and there were no signs, so we don't know what it was or anything, but still. Ancient Austrian castle. Pretty cool.

So mostly our days in Sappada were marked by trying to find sustenance, watching news re-runs, and doing lots of crossword puzzles. We could have gone to the indoor pool, but we would have had to pay to use it. Also, we had to pay to use the internet. Strange European customs.

Sappada was beautiful, but boring, and we were glad to get out of there a day early and head to Florence. An impromptu side trip. So some pictures from Sappada and Austria:

Sappada, or a town like it


Sappada (The Hills Are Alive!)


Our hotel living room


The view from our bathroom window


There was a little wildlife park in Sappada where they kept deer. I didn't get to pet them.


A little backyard garden in Austria


The sign telling us we were entering Austria. It was basically in a lumberyard.


The castle we found and me


Castle and us


And once more from a distance

Venice

Venice started off badly. First of all, I wanted to stay in Paris. Then, the plane ride over the Alps was very bumpy and I thought we would crash and eat each other to stay Alive. Then, when we stepped off the plane it was hot and humid, as opposed to the perfect weather in Paris. Then, on the bus drive to the center of Venice, our bus got a flat tire. At this point, I started laughing, quietly, but uncontrollably. I thought we would probably soon be boarded by terrorists and I would be raped and killed. However, we did manage to get to the bus station, where we asked a man how to get to our hotel. He said to get on the number 2 bus. We got on said bus and drove for almost an hour before asking a lady who spoke very good English whether we were on the correct bus. We were not. And it was about 10:30 at night. So we waited for about a half hour at a bus stop for the next bus to come around. We took it back to the bus station. (A drunk man fell out of his seat two times during this ride.) Back at the bus station we met an American lady and her daughter. She had attended the same high school that Michael attended in Louisville. Small world, right? Anyway, she got us on the right bus - bus number five, and sure enough - two stops later we were at out luxurious hostel. Don't worry, it was really freaking hot, and hostels in Venice do not have air conditioning. I didn't get to sleep until about four in the morning, right before the construction on the hotel next door started.

The rest of Venice was good. When we made our way over to the floating city we had some really mediocre pizza and pasta and then some really fabulous gelato. The gelato in Venice was better than everywhere else (and cheaper), except for one little hole in the wall we found in Rome on our last night in town. Anyway, gondolas are freak expensive, so we took the public transport boat down the grand canal. You would have to try hard to take a bad picture in Venice. Everywhere there are flowers hanging from windows, little alley-waterways, paintings on the sides of buildings... It's beautiful. We found our way to St. Mark's Square and watched people feed the birds. Then we wound our way through the little alleys full of shops. There were lots of mask shops for Carnivale and lots of shops with glass from Murano, an island a little further out than Venice, famous for its glass making. People sold fresh cut fruit in cups with tiny forks. Of course, they also had really high end stores like Louis Vuitton, but we avoided those.

We spent the afternoon and evening there in Venice, sampling the gelato from several shops, and then went back to our hostel for another restless night. The next day we went and found the Jewish Ghetto in Venice, which is the oldest Jewish Ghetto in the world. It was Sabbath, so all the shops and museums were closed, but it was fun just to walk around and see things. We also happened upon some Jewish restaurants which were packed with all these Jews eating together and laughing. Looked like a fun time.

After a short afternoon in Venice we went to the airport to pick up our rental car and drove to our resort in Sappada, Italy. We had the worst time trying to find the highway that lead out of Venice. There would be signs pointing this way and we'd go the way it pointed and end up in the middle of town. Finally, after just wandering around for about an hour and a half, we found the highway and got the heck out of there. More on Sappada later, first, pictures of Venice!

Flying over the Alps. Scary.

Michael looking out at the Grand Canal, I think, from the Ponte Di Rialto

The Grand Canal

Some of the fresh fruit that we enjoyed immensely.

One of the very expensive gondolas.

A restaurant along the canal.

The Ponte di Rialto

Us on the public transit boat.

One of the little canals

Us at St. Mark's Square (Piazza San Marco)

I decided I could live in this little alley.

A dark and scary alley

In the Jewish ghetto

Also in the Venice ghetto

Michael with our little rental car