It was time to leave Bosnia & Herzegovina. Due to the time of year and the mountains, most of our time there had been cold and wet. Nonetheless, it was a wonderful little country to visit.
On the horizon was a snow topped mountain range. Wonderfully foreboding, it acted as a nice piece of symbolism to mark the part of our journey in which we left Western Europe behind us and journeyed into Eastern Europe.
Walking around Venice with very little cares in the world was bliss. We criss crossed our way through the narrow streets, had lunch watching the world go by in San Marco Piazza, wandered into the churches, and people watched.