Monique has done the lion’s share (all) of navigating throughout our travels – partially because she loves it, and partially because if the responsibility was left to Daniel the consequences would be disastrous.
And she has done a sterling job. Right from our first stop in Dublin through to being without a GPS through all of Czech Republic, Slovenia and Croatia she has been (mostly) cool, calm and collected and we have hardly set a foot wrong.
Despite four months of practice, it seemed that Venice would be her greatest challenge yet. We had heard numerous warnings that ‘everyone gets lost in Venice’, and after looking at the map it was clear to see why. Venice’s streets were like a bowl of spaghetti – a nonsensical web of dead ends, piazzas, canals, and winding laneways without street names or numbers.
In sporting parlance, it is probably fair to say that while Monique got out of the blocks quickly, she was probably couple of goals down half way through second quarter, but kicked a late goal just before half time to go into the main break with some momentum.
While Monique would deny that we were ever ‘lost’, there were certainly a few moments where we didn’t exactly know where we were. The great irony is that we stopped to ask a few locals where we were and they had no idea either.
Like a true champion, Monique eventually worked out where we were and regrouped. She came out after half time and dominated the premiership quarter. Full of confidence, she finished with wind in her sails, barely missing a turn, street or bridge. By the time the final siren sounded she was so far in front that she was able to enjoy some junk time* at the end and soak up the amazing atmosphere. It was a great way to finish her epic season.
First night we had in Venice we had dinner which was unforgetable...so the second night we wanted to return to the very same restautant, we are still looking for it. :(
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