'Get lost' was the advice that I received prior to arriving in Venice, Italy. Everyone knows where they are 'supposed' to go, but sometimes we forgot the it's not the destination but the journey that provides the true adventure. So I took my friend's advice, stood atop the Ponte di Rialto, and just started to walk.

It was a cool morning, and the city was just beginning to awaken. A light rain began to fall, and you could just barely see your breath. All the locals were doing their morning commute, getting from point A to point B in the most efficient manner. But not me, I was going to get lost . . .