No trip to Venice is complete without a gondola ride.
Well, at least that is what everyone told us before we left for our honeymoon. We weren't sure. I was more excited about the idea than Chris, but I also knew it would be a nice chunk of change. I went back and forth with Chris just telling me that it was up to me.
We took the ride. We weren't sure it was entirely worth the money, but we did it.
Chris is not a swimmer. And I guess I hadn't clearly enough passed along the information that the canals in Venice aren't too deep.
I took selfie after selfie without a care in the world before I finally figured out that he was concerned about falling out of the boat altogether. Mid-ride I tried to convince him there was zero chance I'd let him drown if we did somehow manage to tip over. He wasn't too easily reassured though. I told him there was NO way they would put tourists on those boats without any safety instruction or life jackets if there was a true hazard, but he wasn't having any of my logic.
To be fair, we were rocking quite a bit. And I was a tad nervous at times as well. But I don't think Chris could have been any happier than when we had our feet back on dry land.