So, due to the fact that we forgot about daylight savings time this morning, it´s now 9:12 instead of 10:12, so i thought i´d try to write a quick update on venice.
Arielle and I arrived Sunday night--and i think one of my favorite parts of Venice was taking the night water bus on the main canal to the stop of our hostel. It was so quiet and calm, yet beautiful, i forgot how much i loved this place. I also loved experiencing it again with someone who had never been, so it was just an overall good way to start our few days.
We walked into the hostel where we were met by a bunch of very drunk,but very friendly australian guys. These australians are everywhere, i think the US needs the same system Australia has that lets all of these people travel for months on end...i think i´ll propose this at the next meeting of congress.
Anyway, so we checked in and then it was time for what we´d been waiting for....PASTA! You have no idea how much I was looking forward to these few days full of italian food, especially after being in Paris I realized how much the food in London SUCKS. So we found this cute restaurant close by, sat outside and ATE. Spaghetti bologonese...mmmmmm
The next morning we slept in, which was nice because this week was VERY BUSY so I jumped at any chance to sleep in. We then made our way over to Saint Mark´s Square, basically the only big thing to do in Venice, which was really nice because there was no pressure to go here, and there and rush around to museums, etc. like in Paris.
So once again I got to see Arielle´s face when she saw the 2499238585 pidgeons that just chill in Saint Mark´s Square...usually you can find some dumb American standing in the middle of the square with breadcrumbs in both hands just waiting for pidgeons to come so their dumb american relatives can take a picture...NO THANK YOU!
I then showed Arielle the Grand Canal area, which, although its crowded, was one of my favorite parts. We just sat on the dock watching the boats wizz by, and tourists load into Gondola´s, while eating Italian cookies...mmmm
The plan was to wait for Dana to arrive, then grab foccacia or something from the stands and eat it outside, but we got too hungry so I got this personal pizza...I walked up to the stand and asked if it was cold or hot, because sometimes they´ll just hand it to you cold...and we all know how i feel about cold cheese! So he said ´hot´and i said ´done´...then i began to wonder how i was going to walk around eating this hot pizza...well, the little, old italian man pulled the pizza out of the oven, folded it in half and shoved it in my face with a napkin...once again...mmmm. So we went back to the dock and ate our lunch, probably one of the most perfect moments ever.
Soon Dana arrived and after a gelato stop (for them...more cookies for me) we went back to the hostel so Dana could drop off her bag, then walked around the area our hostel was in, which was pretty amazing. The hostel had its own bridge leading up to the front door, and a terrace off of the main room looking out over a tiny canal--where people would take pictures of you if you were standing out there, pretty funny.
We did some more walking around, some more sitting on canals, then it was time for dinner. There was only one requirement for a restaurant...they had to have PENNE ARRABBIATTA.
This was probably the BEST penne arrabbiatta ever, i FINALLY found it! Screw you London, you let me down!
After a leisurely dinner we made our way back to the hostel, hung out a bit more and called it a night. Arielle and Dana left super early the next morning for their train to hike Chinkuatara (spelling?), so I had the day to myself...in the rain. It was nice to have alone time, but I don´t think I could ever just backpack around by myself, I´ve found that part of the fun of traveling is experiencing things with other people.
That night I enjoyed my last Italian meal and made my way to the airport for...BARCELONA!