MONTH FOUR: Stranger Piggy in Strange Piggyland

The weather has been increasingly less horrendous in Doha...but we decided on a semi-masochistic change of pace: cold, rainy, flooded Venice. I forgot the Baby Bjorn. Epic Fail Numero Uno. I chose not to bring the baby backpack. Epic Fail Numero Due. We still had an AMAZING trip, although my right thigh is one big bruise (resembling the landmass occupied by Croatia) from lifting the pushchair over countless wee bridges. Why couldn't I forgotten diapers or some other thing easily purchased? Well, that would be too damn easy.

 

Can't wait to get out of town...

 Eating lamb...I've gotta get out of here before I turn Lebanese!

"I thought you said we were flying Business Class...where's my champagne?" 

"Daddy's my wing man. Straight up."

First glimpses of Venice...this is NOT a canal. Just some run-of-the-mill flooding...

Just say "yes" to dimples + pizza.

(this is also why Honey refers to him as a "swimsuit model")

Cappuccino Break...or, Why isn't MY milk coffee flavored?

Why yes, I would like some delicious 3 Euro wine in a 1.5 liter plastic bottle, thank you very much!

Cool neighborhood graffiti at the College Armeno

We made a baby sacrifice to the gargoyles for nicer weather...

Although it looks like our child might need to join AA, he actually needs GA (Grabbers Anonymous)

Beautiful espresso...or as my friend Jillian noted: R2D2 Brew

The doorway to our flat...super high tide...we had to purchase these fantastically attractive plastic boots to get around.

Italians don't give a shit; they'll go on drinking espresso in a foot of water (although these may actually be Austrians...)

At the floating market

 

Why yes those ARE fresh artichokes hearts on the right. MMMMMMMM.

Even the churches flooded...

Holy graffiti...

Seriously. Remind me WHY you brought me here?

JUST KEEEEEDING.

Finally...a legitimate opportunity to wear my furry hat.

 

Moorish arches...

"Baby wanna fake Fendi?"

Sacrum babius maximus

 

We only ate out twice the entire time we were there, mostly because we could go to the street markets and buy this kind of bounty

Leviathan and the Liam

Venice at night

fisheye view of Venice

 

Liam was so chill during this walk that old Italian women were coming up to Will exclaiming, "molto tranquillo, molto serena!" I think he was more like, "molto, WTF?"

high tide view from our patio...

Almost forgot to pack the baby...

On our way out of town...OR "watchoo talkin' 'bout Willis?"

Back in Doha and practicing drunken Irish faces with Jon...

Happy November to all our friends and family! We love you!

(But not quite as much as we love chewing on feet)