English writing practice (II)

Certainly I was not still a kid when I made my trip to Venecia, but it was one of the first without my parents. I was 17 years old, and all my classmates and I got into a bus in Madrid, and started the journery heading for our first stop, Lloret de Mar.

How exciting. I was quite shy back then, and I was starting an adventure.

Unfortunately, the excitement didnt alleviate my  sea-sickness, that I always got when in a car or bus. So the first "interesting" thing that happened in the trip was poor Carlos vomiting on his trousers. With all my class mates looking at me. Great. And I only had 2 trousers for the whole week.

That happened maybe 30 minutes into the road, and for the life of me I can not remember more of the time spent inside the bus. Maybe because I spent it all under a blanket...

Considering the start, the rest of the trip was not bad. Mostly I have broken memories, some of them  just plain stupid. A round snooker table in Lloret, cars with screeching tires in low-light roads, the old cannons outside Montecarlo's Palace.

And then Venecia. My best memories are walking alone, with no particular place to go, just looking and filling my head with the beautiful views. A very special place.

In that same trip we visited several other Italian cities, like Siena, Rome, Florence, Pisa. Probably the second best memories I have is drinking a capuccino with my friend Jesús in the "Ponte Vecchio", Florence.

Later I have visted Italy a couple more times, but the emotion of my first walks in Venecia still remains.