CIAO Venezia

I stopped a pickpocket! A short man pressed against one of our trip members on board a crowded water bus and I spotted his hand fishing up to his pockets while his other was trying to unzip the backpack. I yelled Hey! Hey! HEY! and smacked him on the back exactly the way Megan does the dogs! Yes, I summoned my inner Megan. He looked fearfully at me and then changed his expression to poorly feigned innocence and disappeared into the crowd. It is probably what happened to Dads wallet. I spent the rest of the bus ride holding dad's backpack between me and my purse and looking around with murder in my eye. (Thanks, Megan!)Read more