Venice, Italy. Summer 2004.
They've been promising this day from the very beginning. It was in every copy of our itinerary, every informative packet, even the letter sent to our houses inviting us into the program.
Ride a gondola.
Ride. A. Gondola.
(If you're interested, the gondaleers do wear the striped shirts and wide brimmed hats. They didn't sing, but that's alright.)