It was a Thursday and it was late. What’s worse is that it was cold, and we were hungry.
At this point, we had spent the better half of a month meandering across the United States: stopping in one locale for three nights, and another for four. But on this cold Thursday night, we were…
Did you know that Spaniards have their own term of disendearment for us? Well they do, it’s guiri (pronounced giddy), and it basically means sunburnt foreigner who puts chorizo in all their dishes, but is also levelled at us whenever we commit a faux pas while travelling in the kingdom.
Your Spanish friends/girlfriend/in-laws will place hand…
"Fuck Air BnB".
"Tourists go home".
Confronting messages sprayed across crumbling brick walls on the outskirts of Venice put a pit of guilt in my stomach.
Oh. Sorry.
Venice was not somewhere I'd ever really desperately wanted to go. I'd read more about the city's issues with rising sea levels than the best sights…