For most of our northern Italy trip, I was having trouble remembering exactly where I had been. Why? I was always in the Alps and seeing beautiful mountains. I was always near a lake or river. I was always in a small medieval town. There was always a church high up or on top of a hill. They were always roasting chestnuts. I was always hearing multiple languages spoken. I was always hiking with great scenery. There were always great cafe's and restaurants. I was always drinking wine and expressos. Well, you get my point. Then, we arrived in Venice. Venice was the last stop on our northern Italy trip. I had long been thinking about remembering exactly where I was when I saw something on my trip. And then I was in Venice.

With that as my mind set, my sense of humor took over:

If your hotel parking lot looks like this....

You might be in Venice.