This was my first trip to Venice. I'd travelled by train from Florence, and I can clearly remember standing in a quiet square somewhere in San Polo with tears running down my face because it was all just so beautiful. I knew exactly what it was going to look like, but seeing it in real life was overwhelming.
Since then I've returned to Venice quite a few times, learned to speak Italian and visited many other places in Italy. I still love it, but it'll be difficult to beat the specialness of that first time.