Yesterday, I was standing on the pier by San Marco enjoying the view. I thought, what I nice place for a photo, so I pulled my camera out of my bag. I played around with angles a bit. I was leaning against a light post to steady myself, and I snapped a shot. In the exact moment I clicked the shutter, almost as if the very fabric of time and space had begun to fold in on itself, a seagull, who had been sitting on the light above me, crapped on my camera. If that's not a sound indication of my photographic skills, I don't know what is.

Now, I wait at the train station in Innsbruck...why you may ask? It seems when a porter says something in German/English (or maybe Esperanto?) that sounds like get off the train here, you better double check, or else you could be stuck in Innsbruck for two hours waiting for the next train...I'm just sayin'.