A cute young Italian found Rachel and I wandering the sidewalks of Mestre looking for the bus stop. He spoke about five words of English and Rachel speaks about five words of Italian, but we managed to communicate that we were looking for the Number 2 Venezia bus. He walked us to the stop.
There, he ambushed Rachel with a kiss on the cheek before running off. Rachel took it with remarkable aplomb.
About two hours later, in Venice, we ran into a vendor with an armful of roses who appeared dead set on giving Rachel a rose despite her protests.
Some people have all the luck. I shall have to content myself with my one true love, Italian coffee.