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Readjusting the large sunhat I just bought, I grip my Italian travel guide and phrase book and make my way through the crowded streets of Venice. The place is packed, and even though I’m in a cute sundress with strappy sandals, I still feel completely out of place with all these beautiful Italian women walking around in their heels and big, dark sunglasses.

Glancing at the map on my phone, I see the art gallery I’m trying to get to, but I’ll be damned if I know which one of these small, twisty side streets is going to get me there. Maybe this spur-of-the moment trip to...