All last week I was on vacation at Venice Italy, the sister city to Atlantis. I can't tell you the hotel where me and my big brother stayed at with his wife Nadia and my friend Alice, because if I do my big brother promises to give me a newgy to my head that he will drill straight to China, but I'm not afraid, because that's not possible! He'll only reach my brain.
Venice was beautiful and deadly. Every morning when I went out to get my big brothers paper, which he can't read for some reason, I flood the lobby when I open the front door to the hotel, and the rushing water always pushes me down to the basement, which is also flooded like an indoor swimming pool full of wine bottles, but they're full so you can't put any messages in them for help, but if you did find an empty one, who's gona read it? Rats?
Anyway, the sights were great! Almost everyday we were at St Mark's Square, known to Italians as Piazza San Marco. It's a big square, and I don't mean a drawing. Hundreds of tourists can be seen there from all over the world, mostly taking pictures of all the historic buildings, that's if they're not running from the pigeons that are trying to poop on their heads because they didn't feed them.
At St Mark's Square I saw St Mark's Basilica, a cathedral, Doge's Palace, a palace which hasn't had a Doge (Leader) or a real dog since 1797, St Mark's Campanile, a rebuilt bell tower that collapsed in 1902, probably because of all the fat pigeons living in it and dogs that wasn't allowed in Doges Palace, and saw St Mark's Clocktower.
The Gondolas were really cool to ride, sitting down. If you need to stand up to take a picture, make sure the oarsman (Gondolier) is not rowing the Gondola under a bridge, or you will be swimming in the water with a big bump on your head which wont feel to good, as I know! Luckly for me the bridge was high enough that it didn't smash my face, just my forehead, so my big brother calls me egghead, but I think I look more like a potato.
On the third day swimming in the basement by the wine bottles, I made friends with a fish that I named bubbly. Bubbly was always down there waiting for me to get washed down the stairs with the morning newspaper, but he didn't read it. Last Friday after we pumped out the basement, I released bubbly into the canal outside the hotel, and I thought I would never see him again, but I did, on my plate at a restaurant called Antico Martini. This restaurant creates meals to satisfy all requests, just didn't think they would serve me my new friend fried, because I didn't request it! I ordered fish!
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