Venice

We are camping just across the water from Venice, and went there today. It was really cool, and didn't really smell like I heard it did. I actually didn't smell anything bad at all. I worked some wonders with an attractive, older gondola driver and we got a bit of a deal. I got to steer the gondola. It apparently takes 2 years of school or something before you can get your gondola driving license. It would be the best job ever; paying really well, allowing you to meet people from all over, and getting to yell to all your gondola friends that you pass. Also, I saw the church where the body of the stolen saint is, but there was a line and much better things to see, so I did not go in.

There was also a disco at the campground. Rahel and Bjorn rented a hotel room in Venice so they could fuck, so Prisco, Larsen, and myself got wasted and went to the disco. Prisco expected it to be what he called a "Snoopy Disco". Apparently, when he was young, he went to a disco for kids that played music from peanuts cartoons. He danced. oh how cute.

It was a snoopy disco, kind of, but instead of little kids, there were big kids... TONS of drunk barely legal english kids running around cross-dressing, wearing spandex wrestling onesies, etc.