SOL March 9

I stepped out of the airplane, and a rich of hot, humid air met me as I walked through the passage. The passage ended into the airport, and we walked through the terminal to the noisy bus station. We stepped onto a bus named Venezia. The driver stopped shortly, and handed out tickets. All of the passengers on the bus gave money to the bus driver, who was driving with his knees. As the bus sped down the street, the bus driver counted the money, and doled out change. A short, and precarious ride later, we arrived at the cobblestone train station of Venice.