While there are worse times to sprain an ankle and chip a bone than just one week before a longawaited trip to Venice, I couldn’t think of one as I sat in the emergency room for eight hours last fall.
Venice, the place of canals and not cars; ancient bridges sans escalators. How ironic that just a few days before I was crowing to my husband over my hotel coup. A quaint, 18th-century hotel in the heart of Venice, right off the Rialto Bridge for less than 100 euros a night! Just because people did not like to climb stairs! Two hundred and seventy-eight to be exact!
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