Off the ship and to Murano

Enjoying the storm, by hiding inside.

Enjoying the view but not the lack of butt space.

All smiles because I'm on the way to shopping in Murano.

Swirly Pops!

He had to have the camo one, not the pink one, camo is manly, pink is not.

Ready for rain, combat, and picture taking.

He finally decided that pink was manly too.

Dragging the kids along to another shop.  When I want something in particular it's worth the slog through the rain.

Bare feet beats ruining my expensive leather shoes.  Plus the rain was so bad it's sure to have washed all the gunk away.  Right?

Mostly done raining and finally headed back to the car.

Pordenone

We came here for a bottle of Moscato that I couldn't remember the name of and a butchers for some salami.  I've never heard of a better reason for a road trip.

They have Sasquatch in Italy too!

Come on!

Back in Aviano for the night.

Wine tastes just as good out of a measuring cup as a fancy glass, don't judge.