The Travel Bug had always dreamed of adventure. But he lived most of his life tucked under a bed in an AirBnB.
Until the day a little hand reached under, and extracted him from his safe burrow.
Unsure at first, the Travel Bug ventured out.
His first taste of fresh air blasted his lungs. But he soon got used to it. He found himself on bridges in Venice, in barred windows, in busy piazzas and between selfie sticks.
The Travel Bug had lived a safe life under a bed, but his taste of Venetian life left him wanting more.
‘I am not going back,’ he decided.
So the bug spent the rest of his bug life in Venice.
Beware the Travel Bug, who photo bombs your selfie photos, and takes his espresso black, with no sugar. The Travel Bug, with big dreams, who finally found his place in the world.