Wednesday, January 12, 2011

Travel Journal part 2

Venice!
I loved Venice! It was freezing cold but so incredibly beautiful! We walked out of the train station to the beautiful canal surrounded by colorful buildings and people. We took a bus to our side of the island…and by bus of course I mean boat, and was just in awe of this city on the water. Our hostel was pretty lame actually, but we were tired and hungry so after a meal of pasta made in the microwave and steamed from the espresso maker (Bars were the only things open), we went to bed…at 8:15.
The next morning we were refreshed and ready for a sunshiny day in Venice. We walked across bridges, we rode on water-buses, we went in tons of mask shops, we ate Nutella flavored gelato, we saw a friend from Capernwray, we rode on a gondola for 25 euros (after much compromising from the gondola driver, these Italians all like to give ‘dis-counts’ to you) and had so much fun! We saw Napoleon’s house, Casanova’s house, pretty bridges, singing gondola drivers, and beautiful sunshine. It was wonderful.
By now it was late and on this side of the world, everything closes by around 6, so what do we do? We sit in McDonald’s for….da da da….3 hours. Yep. We sat for 3 hours in a Micky D’s, randomly buying a small French fry or a coke or a ice cream cone so they wouldn’t kick us out. Once we had eaten too much and were ready for our train, we headed back to the train station and sat on the floor watching Glee for 2 more hours until our train finally left.
Well, sort of. We got on the train at 11:30 like we were supposed to, but the doors to our cabins weren’t open, and the Italian police kept going through our carriage…aye ya ya. It was crazy. Emily and I sat in the uncomfortable cabin falling asleep when suddenly two 30-something couples walked in, sat down, opened a bottle of Champagne, took out a loaf of bread, and passed around a tin of cookies. So much for sleep.
6 hours of uncomfortable-ness and loud Italians, and finally…we pulled into Rome…at 7 in the morning!

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