Last weekend, daddy had a trip to Venice, and the flights looked open enough for me to join him!
Daddy told all of the crew that I’d be coming, so when I boarded I told the flight attendants that my dad was flying and he said I could go up to see him…
(In the Captain’s chair… there’s one of me and daddy [daddy’s a first officer] but it’s a little blurry).
… and the Purser decided I needed to be in Business Class
(after the flight I decided I’m too small and short for business class… my feet don’t touch the floor, the chair swallows me up… and I don’t like being constantly waited on…on the way home I was happily back in Economy!)
We ate at a small Cafe and then went back to the hotel.
Early the next morning we ate at a very small cafe and then headed back out to Venice. We took a Water Bus to San Marco Square and were there for a little while, then walked back to the bus station and went back to the hotel, where I read and dad took a nap.
It was really cold… but it was gorgeous, and I had a really good time with daddy!
bail o Dia ort…