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We're Not in Venice Anymore

June 10, 2017 Deb Schwedhelm

We are not in Venice anymore. That is the first thing that came to mind as the taxi dropped us off at our hotel near the airport, our hotel in the middle of the corn fields**. So today, we pretty much did nothing. Lunch, electronics, a walk for me to get some exercise in, and dinner. We have to wake at 04:30 for our flight to Madrid, Spain, which is going to make for a very cheery morning of waking the kids. From here on out, we are in standard one-room hotels, so we are basically on top of one another for the next five days.

** Okay, there may have been one random river in the middle of the corn fields. 

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