5 November 2006. It is daddy's birthday today! We celebrated by having breakfast in the room...and then I took a nice, long nap while daddy went out exploring on his own. When I finally woke up, we went to a wine bar for cichetti e l'ombra (a little bite and the shade - also known as lunch). Mommy had some crostini while I had mixed vegetables and applesauce. Daddy just kicked back with a beer.
We spent the afternoon on a gondola, which was really cool. Our gondolier sang songs during the entire ride. He also showed us where Cassanova lived and where Marco Polo is buried. Gondola rides, like everything else in Venezia, are expensive, but well worth the investment. It is a fun way to explore the city, not to mention the only way to explore it without walking!
Daddy's business colleagues made dinner reservations for us at the Grand Canal Restaurant at the Hotel Monaco. It was tres chic with linen table cloths, silver place settings, and candlelit ambiance. My highchair that screwed on to the table fit right in! It was here that I discovered the fun game of throwing my plastic spoon onto the floor. First mommy would pick it up, then daddy, then the waiter, then the sommelier, then the French couple sitting behind us. It was great fun. I especially liked it when the waiter retrieved it because he would wash it and present it to me on a fancy plate with linens. In hopes of having a peaceful meal, mommy offered me a breadstick. That was a HUGE hit. I inhaled it, along with daddy's mozzarella caprese with the sweetest balsamic vinegar I have ever tasted. I devoured it. That is the best cheese I've ever eaten. Mommy would cut up ten pieces at a time for me but still couldn't keep up with my insatiable appetite for finer Italian cuisine. I also tried some of the saffron risotto that came with mommy's osso buco. It was pretty tasty, too...but it isn't cheese. While mommy was savoring her dessert, she and daddy commented that they hoped all of that cheese wouldn't clog me up. Only seconds later, I let them (and the aforementioned French couple and the loud Americans who were also dining in our room) know it would NOT be an issue. Mommy and daddy said they can't take me anywhere.
5 November 2006. It is daddy's birthday today! We celebrated by having breakfast in the room...and then I took a nice, long nap while daddy went out exploring on his own. When I finally woke up, we went to a wine bar for cichetti e l'ombra (a little bite and the shade - also known as lunch). Mommy had some crostini while I had mixed vegetables and applesauce. Daddy just kicked back with a beer.
We spent the afternoon on a gondola, which was really cool. Our gondolier sang songs during the entire ride. He also showed us where Cassanova lived and where Marco Polo is buried. Gondola rides, like everything else in Venezia, are expensive, but well worth the investment. It is a fun way to explore the city, not to mention the only way to explore it without walking!
Daddy's business colleagues made dinner reservations for us at the Grand Canal Restaurant at the Hotel Monaco. It was tres chic with linen table cloths, silver place settings, and candlelit ambiance. My highchair that screwed on to the table fit right in! It was here that I discovered the fun game of throwing my plastic spoon onto the floor. First mommy would pick it up, then daddy, then the waiter, then the sommelier, then the French couple sitting behind us. It was great fun. I especially liked it when the waiter retrieved it because he would wash it and present it to me on a fancy plate with linens. In hopes of having a peaceful meal, mommy offered me a breadstick. That was a HUGE hit. I inhaled it, along with daddy's mozzarella caprese with the sweetest balsamic vinegar I have ever tasted. I devoured it. That is the best cheese I've ever eaten. Mommy would cut up ten pieces at a time for me but still couldn't keep up with my insatiable appetite for finer Italian cuisine. I also tried some of the saffron risotto that came with mommy's osso buco. It was pretty tasty, too...but it isn't cheese. While mommy was savoring her dessert, she and daddy commented that they hoped all of that cheese wouldn't clog me up. Only seconds later, I let them (and the aforementioned French couple and the loud Americans who were also dining in our room) know it would NOT be an issue. Mommy and daddy said they can't take me anywhere.
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