I have dreamed my whole life of visiting venice. the sun poured out on us, still thawing from our own north american winter. we drifted along the grand canal while the gondolier sang to us and we ran from shop to shop on the rialto bridge. we watched a man create the most beautiful murano glassblown vase and we explored the doge's palace, spinning around just to stare at the ceilings, each one its own masterpiece.