I originally planned to write about something else today, but I found out the name of my phobia and hadn’t gotten as far drafting as I would like. (Sure, I could have googled years ago, but what fun is that?)

This morning, my husband forwarded me an article,Venice, Summer 2001 To Gephyrophobiacs, Bridges Are a Terror. I’ve gotten better over the years, but I don’t think you’ll see me skipping across large water crossing spans for fun anytime soon. I do think I would have enjoyed my 6 hours in Venice much more had I conquered more of my phobia all those years ago. I’d love to go back and see. ;)

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  1. I too, am terrified of bridges. AND tunnels. And dated my (now) husband while he lived in Brooklyn and I in Westchester. True love!

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