Separation anxiety

While in Venice we experienced a genuine Memorable Travel Moment, which fortunately had a good ending. On Christmas Day the buses (which, in Venice, means the boats) were running sporadically, so when one came as we were coming up to the nearest stop, we raced to catch it. There were just two problems: (1) I was carrying Baby while Gretchen was carrying all of her stuff; and (2) we took separate routes to board the boat. I got on with Baby and assumed Gretchen was nearby, but as the boat pulled away we saw her still standing at the dock with a horrified look on her face. Luckily we were at least able to call out to each other to meet at the hotel, which everyone else on the boat seemed to get a kick out of. Despite being prone to angst, I was remarkably calm about the whole thing and Baby and I enjoyed the leisurely ride back. We decided to wait at the dock for Gretchen, who finally arrived 10 minutes later on the next bus/boat--it's probably a maternal thing, but let's just say that her ride back was anything but leisurely. In the end we found each other and mother and Baby had a tearful reunion, so all's well that ends well...