I hate low boats. Gondolas? Terrifying.
We started the day relatively quietly. Get up, forget to do everything, get on the high speed train, get aggressively reminded to do everything, get frustrated, do things, get off the train, get on a (non-low, thank the gods) boat, go for a ride for a bit, discover electrolytes are magic. The works.
We then went on a gondola ride. Why. I never want to do that again.
The first issue was the price math. We figured out that our tour company seemed to be wildly overcharging us on it, after having warned us that gondoliers are apparently quite rude. The next was the gondoliers themselves - every single one was smoking while driving. Terrible smell. Then, once we got on, I faced my final enemy - the rocking of the boat.
I hated it. The boat would tip wildly from side to side, constantly making me feel like we were going to tip over and fall into the water. I spent most of the ride holding onto mom for dear life.
Next, we had some dinner, where I combatted my chronic iron deficiency with a good steak. We then went on a water taxi, which was similarly low but had a covered section which made me feel less like we were going to fall off. All in all, good 7/10.
I only have to put up with our tour guide for one more day. If I never hear someone call me a baby repeatedly again, it will be too soon,
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