Honestly, we don't know what happened there. We know we danced, we drank, we took flaming shots, but that's about it. We attempted to go to casino. (BLAKELEY JUST FELL OUT OF HER CHAIR RIGHT NOW IN PERSON!! HAHAHAHAHA). Unfortunately for us, we didn't have ID. Who carries ID in Italy? They didn't believe Blakeley was 18. Haha, OK Emily's kidding, they just wouldn't let us in. So Jace escorted us/put us on a boat. It took us to the bus station, where we got on the water bus to take us home. We got on the bus and took a little nap. We woke up to some Italian man fanning us. Thank god, this country is HOT. We wake up in the morning, sweating. We spend all day, sweating. We shower. Then go to bed, sweating. I don't think we smell. The Italians do though! Apparently they haven't mastered the 3 showers a day method that we employ.

Before we knew it, it was Monday and we wanted to party again. Our class on Tuesday is a joke because professoressa teaches it instead of professore. Professoressa is as qualified as we are to teach this class and she doesn't wear a bra, she had lopsided nipples and she's crazy. We hate her. We didn't think it was a big deal to go out Monday night. So we skyped with Mad Dog, (WE LOVE AND MISS YOU) and decided it was time to go out after. Within 15 minutes of arriving at Fabio's, we had mojito's in hand and taken 4 shots. 3 of which were flaming. BAD NEWS OR BOMB DIZZLE, depends on the source. Within 1/2 an hour, we were wasted and loving life. We needed food. They don't have fries at Fabio's like they do at the Duch (weak sauce), so we went to a gyro joint nearby. Crochettes may be our new favorite food.

At around 2 AM, we decided it was time to make our way home. We thought we could just walk, so we went on our way. We were wrong. Reaching the peninsula of the little fish of Venice, we realized we were on the wrong island. SHIT. Fortunately, we are skilled. We made our way to a vaporetto (water bus) stop and found our way home. We arrived to our front door at 3:15. Emily decided it was a good idea to skype with her Dad, so she was up LATE. Good thing class starts at 10 and her Dad appreciates extreme levels of inebriation.

The next morning was rough, mostly because professoressa talked for about 3089300917094385093 minutes. She has awkard misplaced nipples and never wears a bra or pants you can't see her black panties throughhhhh!! GROSS.

We went to La Basilica of San Antonio in Padova yesterday. IT WAS INCREDIBLE. HollaB and Em-Thug both cried! It was so beautiful and touching.

P.S. y'all better start commenting or we'll stop posting. Also, apologies in advance because we have gotten more drunk as we've written this and do not have the capacity to spell check right now. We are going to BARCELONA this weekend, get READY FOR AMAZING stories. Also, Blakeley wants you to know we write this together, just from Emily's account.

Love and miss the shit out of you.

That's what you get for waking up in Venice.

Love ya,

Emily and Blakeley

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