From the first moment we entered Austria we all breathed a quiet sigh of relief. Italy is a wonderfully fun place of fast paced drivers, pizzerias, and happy people who greet you with a "bon journo" every morning. All of that was behind us and we were now in quiet, pristine Austria. The scattered houses, dark earth tones, and textured paradise of Italy slipped away as we quietly passed from the Italian Alps into the Austrian ones.
Right before we crossed the border we managed to squeeze in a very quick stop to Venice. It was a rainy day and so we followed the other tourists to one of the two parking garages in this watery city. Much to our chagrin parking was immensely expensive and so we sucked it up and parked. Everyone jumped out of the car and ran through the rain to the Grand Canal just in time to snap a few pictures and let Rachel see the water. Rachel had been dreaming of going to Venice ever since she was a little girl and my Grandma Pettit promised her a trip one day. Although circumstances never allowed Grandma and Rachel to go the stars finally aligned for us to run quickly to the Grand Canal and pretty much wherever else we could think of.
After truly being stunned by the beauty of Venice and at the same time feeling the strength of the Euro against the Dollar we decided to get going to make it to the Austrian flat as soon as we could.
As we crossed the border we saw the gas price drop, the cost of Coca~Cola drop and we all smiled a little. Italy was great but we were going to love Austria...
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