Lost in a Palace in Venice
That day in Venice, my sister
stayed at the hotel. I tagged along
with a couple (Mark and Mindy)
so I wouldn’t get lost.
Mark looked a bit like Robin Williams.
My sister and I secretly
called him Mork.
I had looked forward to riding
a gondola in a canal,
but the boats were beached
due to rain, wind and cold.
We sloshed around the streets
of Venice in our rain coats,
umbrellas and plastic booties.
Some had bought the booties,
but by the time I had opportunity
my feet were already wet,
so I didn’t, but plunged in ankle deep.
Thirty euros to enter a palace
was expensive, but it was dry
and warm inside so we paid it.
Interesting paintings, armament
and even a chastity belt were on display.
After a bit, it came time to leave,
but we couldn’t find our way out.
The more we followed the arrows,
the more lost we became.
We wound up in the dungeon.
We backtracked and finally exited.
We were going to be late to meet our boat.
Mark ran ahead of Mindy and me
to let our group know we were coming.
I ran after him, umbrella in front of me
against the wind. Mindy trotted behind me.
Her mission was to keep me from getting lost.
At last, we ended up at the right place.
but when we got off the boat,
I lost Mark and Mindy, so I followed
another person who knew the way to the bus.
Mark and Mindy and some others
got lost and the guide went to look for them.
We laughed when we found each other again.
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