We do not have internet here in Venice. We are at a “partner” hotel that lets you buy internet for a half hour. The hotel is called Panada. Yes, like Canada but with a P. We really want to blog.
So… Where to begin? We got up early in Florence, and ate our “American Style” breakfast. Delicious again. I loved the orange juice. Little Miss Uncoordinated kept dropping her fork. I mentioned something about loving the OJ, and Gabby said she’d like to drink the whole pitcher. I one-uped her with talk of dumping the entire pitcher of OJ on myself. Gabby visualized it, and dropped her fork again. We stood out like sore American thumbs.
We finished breakfast and headed for the train. It wasn’t far from our hotel. We made it there in perfect timing. This was a niice train. It was not a regional train. It only stopped twice before we got to Venice. The air worked the whole time, and it didn’t break down. (Both GOOD things). I had a little table that I caught up my journal with, and slept on. It was nice.
We made it to Venice. The books were right. It doesn’t look much like Rome or Florence. Gabby and I noticed that the number of pictures keeps getting lower and lower. We keep seeing the same thing over and over again. Now, its all new. So, probably more pictures. Anyway, we found where we needed to go. Line 2, Water bus. Yay.
We missed it by like 2 seconds (literally, we were first in line for the next one). We got on, Gabby having trouble with her new luggage. A lot of trouble. She had to climb into her chair on the boat seats to pull it into the seat next to her. She looked nice and awkward. Then, we rode the bus for about 30 minutes, which was about 28 minutes too long. It was a boat. And sloshy. And both of us being hungry and easily motion sicknessed didn’t help. We finally got to San Marco stop.
Oh my goodness. There were thousands of people. CRAZY crowded. And Gabs and I don’t like the crowds. We have learned that. Well, there were several small bridges between where we were and where we needed to be. About halfway down the third one, I hear Gabby making an awful sound. I look behind me. Her brand new suitcase, the one she bought because her first one messed up, has now broken. The pully handle has come off… completely. Luckily, I too bought some real cheap luggage, so I gave her the strap off mine so she could at least pull it. Seeing her almost kill herself trying to get her luggage down from the overhead bin on the train told me quickly that she would NOT be able to carry that thing more than about 3 feet.
Sidenote: Everyone joked about us coming over here and falling for a “hot Italian guy”. Just so you all know, the Italian guys might be pretty, but they are all jerks and care way to much about their ugly zippers-all-over-the-place jeans and their metallic Velcro shoes. They would prefer to look pretty than help anybody. We love our good ole Mississippi men. Rednecks might be perverts and drink sometimes, but at least they are gentlemen that will help you find your way and tote your bag.
So we finally found our tiny hotel. Its in a back corner, hidden away. Kinda nice though. Still lots of foot traffic. Everywhere is trafficy. Our hotel room is small. No bathroom (we knew that going in). It is hot in here too. No A/C. At least we have a fan. Two twin beds. We will sleep on top of the covers like we did in Rome. Probably most comfortable place we stayed this whole trip was Florence. That’s my favorite part of hotels, is getting them about 30 degrees and then going to bed. Not here. These people would freeze to death if they felt anything below 60 I’m convinced.
We decided to head out and look around (perhaps find food and Gabby some more NICE luggage). We found this little place to eat. And yes, ended up getting pizza. It was SO good. It tasted like American pizza. We are probably going to eat there again tonight. Then we walked around for a while.
We found the Peggy Guggenheim museum. I loved it! I saw some Picasso, Braque, Miro, Kandinsky, de Kooning, Pollock, Botticelli, Tanguey, Calder and Raushenberg works. It was AWESOME. I couldn’t take pictures. It was great. I loved it very much. We came back to St. Mark Square (which is huge and crowded).
We played with the pigeons some, but they didn’t like us too much. We didn’t really have food in our hands. So, we went and got some gelato, and crushed up the cone to feed them. They did like this. Two of them got on my arm and started slapping each other with their wings. Very strange. Moody pigeons.
We walked around a little more after that, and then came back in. We are pretty tired. In a few we are going to go eat and then upload pictures and blog.
So, be on the lookout for a blog and pictures tomorrow about tonight and tomorrow’s adventures!
Love you and miss you all… We counted down the days to come on this trip, and now we are counting down the days til we come home. Four more full days…
Just added: Since the beginning of the trip, Gabs and I have been bumping hands together as we walk. We don’t really ever leave each other’s sides. We joke about trying to hold each others hands. Well on the way to dinner tonight, it happened again. Except this time it was Gabby with a strange man. Very awkward for her, funny for me.
Also, what’s the deal with women wearing skirts too short, v-necks too low, no bras and everything too tight? You are a big girl, put on a bigger shirt.