My 16th birthday was right around the corner and my parents had already told me what my glamorous surprise would be. We would be going to an Italian restaurant downtown to celebrate the fact that I was one year closer to having to understand taxes and overpaying for health insurance. Hooray! One week away from the big 1-6, my parents came into my room with frowns and their heads hanging low. “We couldn’t get reservations to the restaurant. I know you are disappointed so we got you the next best thing.” I expected them to say they got reservations to Olive Garden or Chick-Fil-A but instead, my dad pulled a pair of tickets from his pocket. From Atlanta to Venice.