Lost

Venice is a very confusing city. You're lost until you arrive at your destination. Liam heard about the best pasta in town so we backtracked for a good thirty minutes to find a tiny restaurant off of an even tinier canal. The pasta was as good as they said, some of the best I've ever had, and topped off with gelato made it even better.

As it's Saturday night, the city was swarming with people everywhere and had a completely different feeling from the daytime which was mostly older tourists. Tomorrow we set out to find a gondolier who has eluded Liam for the past four days.