NO GREGORIAN FOR YOU

So the boat finally comes and pulls out- and there's this American couple on there (other than us) with luggage up the ying/yang... and he's so busy trying to get a shot of this cruise ship- that he's not really paying attention to which boat he's on- and we leave the dock and he yells out- AIRPORT? We're GOING TO THE AIRPORT RIGHT? The guy working the boat shakes his head and then the American starts to PLEEEEAD PLEEEEEASE turn the boat around- PLEEEEEAASSSSSEEEEE- and he goes into the captains cabin and starts begging- I could see him with his hands in a praying fashion- and I'm thinking, "Oh yeah buddy- now I'm not the only one in the doghouse around here....." and he comes out smiling, making the sign of the cross saying "THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!" and all of a sudden the boat slows down, makes and arc and starts heading back to the dock. OH NO!!! COME ON- YOU GUYS ARE KILLING ME HERE!!!!! Carol just stares straight ahead, looks at her watch and sighs----

Sad part was it took all of two minutes to get across the canal and dock at the church- and we jumped out- well you could tell from St. Mark's square there didn't look like there was anything going on at this church- and when we got there- had there been tumbleweeds you would definitely have seen them blowing by- but as it was, all there were was locked metal doors and absolutely NO sign of life ANYWHERE on this island- NOTHING-- like in the movies and you're the last man on earth and you're in a city with nothing but wind blowing and echoes-----

I think this picture of Carol pretty much sums it up :)