As we were arriving in Venice, we rode from the mainland onto the island of Venice, driving over a bridge that connects the two. Our plan was to purchase our tickets for the next day to Florence so we would have that already done. Our tickets came to 76 Euros with seat reservations. We had booked beds at a hostel, so after some wandering we finally found our hostel, Absolut Venice. It was reviewed as an awesome and social place to stay in a key location. The location was a definite plus as it was down the street from the train station. We rand the doorbell and were greeted by someone we expected would also check us in. We headed up the stairs - The hostel was on the top floor of the building. We sat at the reception and waited for a staff member for half an hour. It was already approaching 9:30 a.m. and with only one day in Venice, we didn't want to waste anymore time. We asked some of the other hostellers where the guy was and they had no idea. They were still waiting for breakfast. We made a collective decision that this place was not going to do it for us, and we did not want to waste anymore time. The train station had a hotel reservation desk, so we headed there and found a last minute room for 75 Euros just down the street, called San Geremia.
After we settled that, it was time to see Venice. The train station is right on the Grande Canal so we waited in line for some 'Vaporetto' tickets (Water buses). A 24 hour ticket cost 18 Euros, so we were able to use it to its full potential. We immediately jumped on the #2 and conveniently grabbed seats at the front. We were brought down the Grande Canal for a bit and then along the Canal di Fusina. The skyline of Piazza San Marco teased us the whole (45 minute) trip. I still can't say what was more fascinating - my surroundings of the look on Conor's face as he was trying to absorb his environment. We got off the vaporetto and headed to San Marco (With the rest of the world). Conor was immediately drawn to the Campanile, the huge bell tower that dominates the sky in San Marco. Looking around, it was evident that waiting in line was going to be common, so we stood in the one for the Campanile first. It proved to be well worth it as the views from the top offered a 360 degree view of Venice - an unexplainable beautiful city. Blue water winds through the city and acts as the roads. Waterways are the way to travel - We even saw a water policeboat, ambulance and fire 'truck-boat'. I never saw a car - there would be no where to drive them. There are random beautiful bridges that allow pedestrians to wind their way through the streets. Anyways, I digress.
Back to to our adventure - We stopped at a café for lunch and had pasta. I don't know if it was the spirit of being in Italy, but Conor claimed it was the BEST past EVER. Since we were still in front of San Marco, we had to see the Basilica di San Marco, regardless of how long we would have to wait. To our surprise, there was hardly a line - compared to that morning. Although it clearly states not to touch anything, Conor needs to touch things. In this case, a small alarm went off - thus only encouraging him to see how many alarms he could set off. After acting like the Paparazzi we left the Basilica and headed on a walk towards the Rialto Bridge. It would be difficult to imagine more people in Venice. Since we travelled in May, there are not too many tourists, but of course the one who are there all went to see the same sites. We fought out way up the bridge and took some mediocre pictures before leaving the crowds. We headed back to our hotel to have some showers and change for dinner.
We toyed with the idea of taking a gondola ride. We convinced ourselves that it probably wasn't worth it. However, the thoughts were still in the back of our minds. That evening we were winding through the canals on a gondola - we had to! How could we leave Venice and not take a ride! Our guy was great - we named him Alessandro. He told us that in November the gondolas cannot operate because the water levels rise - causing the gondolas to be unable to fit underneath most bridges. When our romantic-Heineken-ride finished we asked Alex where the best pizza in town was. He pointed us to "Casa Mia' - on a side street near Campo dei SS Apostoli. A guaranteed the piazza was fantastic. Complimented by a bottle of wine, our night could not have been better. We returned to the hotel via vaporetto underneath a warm Venetian sky.
The next morning we woke up early so we could return to the Rialto Bridge to take some better pictures. We took some 'frame-able' shots and headed back to pack and head to the train station. Every souvenir place was selling painted masks and we found out that it was because Venice was the first place that hosted the Carnivale - so of course I picked up 2 ceramic masks.
We are on the train now heading to Florence. We have booked a hostel and have high hopes that this one will be more successful than last. We did not get seats together on the train, but we made vows never to complain - We are after all heading to Florence as one of our Italian adventure stops.
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