On Saturday we got up at 6 and left the hotel and took a boat to the airport. The whole time I was in Venice we were all a little confused as to what country we were in. We knew that it was Italy but every one who we saw during the day was a tourist from somewhere or other. Literally everyone spoke English because tourism is Venice’s sole source of income. On Saturday, however, I went into language overload. I flew from Venice to Frankfurt, Germany. German actually somehow sounded very familiar, like I should have been able to understand it but couldn’t. On the way to Germany an American couple sat next to me (I’m assuming they were American) and the lady apparently was made to check her bag because it was too large to carry on-or else they just saw that she had a backpack and a purse already. She was complaining the entire flight about having to check her bag and what she would do if they lost it. She then complained about everything about her vacation. At one point she takes her backpack from the overhead bin and pulls out like three purses that are like name brand fancy schmancy purses-probably knock offs sold by people in Venice-but still she was just like shoving things in her bag and basically being unpleasant (luckily the flight was only and hour and a half). They use Euros in Germany too so I bought lunch there that day and a pack of gum for the flight. Then I flew to Montreal, Canada, and had to go through customs there. Luckily, they pulled people out of the line for flights that were boarding very soon because I probably would have missed my flight, otherwise. Once through customs I was “welcome home”d and then it was considered to be a domestic flight. I did not have to go through customs in Florida. I stepped outside the airport and everything sped up at once. I think it would have been more startling going from Paris to here instead of going through Venice-in Venice people are tourists they act like us, they all speak English. It’s also very hot so people can’t always be so fashion conscious as they were in Paris. As for time differences, I still wake up at 4am-which is odd because that’s 10am over there and I was always up before that but it’s kind of like sleeping in or something. Anyway, Monday morning was back to work and working on projects for school and the upcoming semester. This is a bit of a wrap up post letting any readers know that I arrived home safely. Thank you all for reading my blog and I hope you all have the opportunity to travel abroad as I did. Have a good rest of the summer. Au Revoir!