It was a perfect day in Venice.
After breakfast at the incredibly manic Gjuster (I have no idea if that’s how it’s spelt), we set off along the bike path heading north.
It was very hot and glare bounced from the ocean to the sand to my skin. For all my comments about pink people, suddenly I became one. I look like the English on holiday on the Costa del Sol. Shamefully pink!
The rest of the day was spent on the deck in the company of good friends. There’s nothing like friendship which isn’t interrupted by distance and this weekend has proven that to me.
By the end of the day I was tired, slightly crispy and covered in thick, white moisturizer. If I was in Ibiza I’d be hitting the nightclubs, in Venice it’s time for bed.
Exhausted but looking forward to seeing my tan in the morning!