Fish, Rubber Boots, and Gondolas: Waterlogged in Venice
November 28th 2010 Directly upon exiting the train in Venice station, I was instantly aware of something that I had not been expecting. This thing brought such an overwhelming feeling of happiness and transported me back to New Hampshire momentarily. I had gone so long without my most favorite scent: the smell of salt water. I have always long associated this scent with home and with it comes a sense of comfort, of
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