We’d heard stories about Venice in the rain — especially in the winter — when the entire city would be submerged in knee high water and you’d have to wear waders to get around. But this was the late Spring when we were there and we didn’t expect a relatively light rain to create water flooding into the ground floor of our rented apartment making escape all but impossible. But that’s exactly what happened.It turns out that the rising waters of Venice do not have to do with the rain, nor does it have to do with the fact that the city is sinking (a few millimeters each decade, nothing to lose sleep over). It’s entirely caused by the cycle of tides and the moon. When these forces align, situations like the one we had to confront unexpectedly occur. True Venetians have knee high waders at the ready and an app on their phone that shows the height of the water levels at every point in the city. But visitors like us just have to improvise.
Cute! And heroic, B-fri.
That happened to us many years ago when we took the kids and their friends to Venice, but I never understood the science of it. BTW that fabulous hot chocolate place helped as we dried off! love, Aunty W
Adorable. Looks like so much fun. xoxox Bethie
You make it look fun!
you create your fun and your adventures and share them with us, and I’m happy you do. thanks!
1. Happy belated Father’s Day, Mark, this is just one of the many reason’s why you should get the “Dad of the Year(to think)” award.
2. Jen, you are rockin’ those big curls! Gorgeous.
3. Franny and Finn, luckiest kids I know.
xo noa
This reminded me of a funny story that Albert Brooks told recently. He was speaking at Monica Johnson’s memorial service. She co-wrote his movies with him. They had finished a day of work and it was a rare day of rain in Los Angeles. They were meant to be at some evening event after the day of work, so she had on a dress and high heels. The parking lot at his little office was a series of deep puddles. There was no way to get to their cars without walking through two inches of water, but at least it had stopped raining.
After contemplating it from the front door for a few minutes Albert said, “I’ll carry you over to your car. Just hop up on my back.” It took a moment of convincing, but then he was walking through the puddles leaned over a little, with Monica’s arms around his neck. As they were crossing the largest puddle she said, “This is how all of Hollywood pictures us.”
Carry them all safely home, Mark.
Wonderful story. Beautiful sentiment. Thanks Colin.
#1FANNY
Wonderful Albert Brooks story. Wonderful post. One of those places that must be seen to be believed.
Mark the hero of a funny story. Very impressive
As the Venetian tide rises….as Finn freaks, as Franny goes giddy, as Mark hoists his family up upon his broad shoulders, prepared to carry them across the salty sea…Jenn asks, “What are we doing for dinner?”
LMAOff!!! Priorities! In Italy there are priorities. I understand completely!
XOX, #1FANNY
That’s some good verité footage! Love it.
Forte uomo coraggioso