Remember that time when you were 28 and we just started dating and you really wanted to impress me by taking me to Venice? That was so romantic. Especially the part where we got lost and then at 9:52 pm you realized our train left at 10:01 pm.
Remember how we ended up SPRINTING through all of Venice's crowded and narrow streets, sweating profusely and letting all of that wine and pasta settle in our stomachs really well? And how when we got on the train they wanted to kick us off but I went all Brooklyn on the conductor and almost got us kicked off AND thrown in jail?
That was only the beginning of our many (and I mean MANY) times getting lost together (including in our own neighborhood). And I loved every minute of it.
Here's to getting lost together a million more times...