By this time, I've become accustomed to falling asleep in one continent and waking up in another. Venice should be a nice change from the hectic and occasionally dangerous experiences I underwent while in Africa. After I stepped off the terminal, I located breakfast. I thoroughly enjoyed a coffee with biscotti for $6 after nearly a week of rice, beans, and power bars. Kenya Airways paid for my transportation to my hotel in Venice. It was 9:30 am when I stepped into the cab. When I arrived at the Hotel Bucintoro, I paid the $417 visitor's fee up front (www.tripadvisor.com).
After getting settled, I decided to try my luck at a bit of Hemingway style gambling. I walked to the Casino Municpale, and I handed over $7.80 at the door for admission (www.tripadvisor.com). After losing nearly $100 to the roulette wheel, I decided to try and make Hemingway proud, so I went up to the bar, ordered a whiskey on the rocks, and then I took a seat at the poker table. I found that I neither have the stomach for whiskey, nor the patience for poker. Not all men are born great.
It is altogether possible that I lost a grand total of $1000 at that gosh-forsaken casino. I suppose that is why they call it gambling; sometimes you lose. I went to bed with light pockets and a full stomach. I ate a plate of mascotti while I was at the casino. It cost me $18, but I felt it was well worth it. I turned my room lights off at 11:30 that night.
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