Venice continued...

Il Ponte dei Sospiri...
I, too, sighed, when I took my last glimpse of Venice.

Campo San Marco.


Griffin about to hurl on the red velvet sofa.

I travel across the sea to find...Fritos at the bar! Had I not been so preoccupied with sick children, I would have volunteered to introduce the Italians to Frito Pie, as this bar was right off the hotel kitchen.

The action figures go with us everywhere. Here they are attacking a pitcher of milk. Or maybe they're rescuing it; I'm not sure.


Griffin is always talking more than he's eating...

The Redemption of Tiramisu.
For years, I have had a hate-relationship with this dessert. All is forgotten, as I tasted the real deal. It's all about the custard.

Grand Canal