A Venetian Holiday

Italy: Part 1 – Venice

I’ve decided that I simply can’t handle one long Italy post.  My mind won’t allow it.  This is probably why it has taken me a week to post anything aside from uploading every picture I took to Facebook.  As such, I’m breaking it into chunks based on city.  Without further ado…

I buggered off to Italy a full day before Cherene joined me.  I left London at 6am, allowing plenty of time on the back end for city-wandering.  It was also one of only two days wherein I actually saw the sun.

Upon my arrival, to my eternal dismay, I discovered that Italians don’t speak English.  Go ahead.  Feel free to laugh.  I’m a bit disappointed that it took actual travel to make this discovery on my own.

When I tried to find the cheap bus into the city, I ended up wandering the entirety of the airport twice.  It took an hour.  Eventually, I gave it up as a bad job and paid the extra Euros to catch the slightly more expensive charter bus into the city.  Luckily, the bus itself had WiFi.  I used this opportunity to pull up a map of all of Venice so that I could find my way to my hostel.

Might I take this time to recognize that there’s just nothing like dragging a suitcase across Venice.  The cobble-stone streets and canal-bridges are very wheel friendly if you want the attention of everyone in your general vicinity. >_>

I meandered my way (loudly) to the Silk Road Hostel wherein I was allowed to drop my stuff early (thanks guys!) and go wander (a bit more quietly.)  Here was the view from my room.

It was also at this time that I realized my fool proof plan to find a European SIM card so that I’d have data abroad was, in fact, foolish.  Apparently there are only two mobile providers to be found in Venice and both are rather astoundingly hard to find.  I realized that I would have to WiFi hop until Cherene arrived so that we could keep in contact.

Strike one for Alison.

Anyway!  I wandered the streets for a few hours and took some lovely photos.  Here are my favorite….10!  I like the number 10!

Directly outside the hostel.
Beautiful red building.
Canal with reflection.
From the brand-new glass bridge, looking out.
Old and new over the canal.
The water was so green!
One of the dastardly bridges that I became intimately acquainted with.
Relish the sun while you still can, Alison!
Crazy hat collection!
So many streets led nowhere. You never really knew what you were going to see when you walked around the corner. This, for example, led to a dead end.

Eventually, I decided to pop a squat at a pizzeria to try some of this newfangled deliciousness.  I started with a lovely order of bruschetta.  It turned out to be my second favorite food item on my entire Italy trip.  Here’s delightful photo.


Had I known what I was getting myself into by ordering pizza, I would have just ordered more bruschetta…because their pizza was NASTY.  I ended up eating two slices and leaving the rest on the plate.  Womp wah.

I went back to the hostel to try and regain feelings in my extremities.  I ended up falling asleep (oops!  I guess that’s what happens when you get up at 3am to begin traveling.)

I woke up, went to dinner, and went to get Cherene.  We returned to the hostel and prepared for day 2 (for me, 1 for her.)

Day 2: It rained.  The rest of the trip.  It rained.  Italy has a crying problem.

Basilica di San Marco
Me in front of Basilica di San Marco.
“See those columns behind you? That’s where they used to string up thieves who felt fine.” – The Italian Job

After we left the most famous sites, we wandered around the city for a few hours.  I went searching for the Jewish quarter (and found it!)

Entrance to the Jewish Quarter.
The synagogue.
Exiting the Jewish Quarter.

We trekked to the very edge of the city where the ocean waves were lapping against (and on top of) the sidewalk.  Really gives the feeling that you’re standing at the end of the world as you can actually spot where Venice is sinking into the ocean.

We wandered back through the artists quarter where we found a large version of the Mona Lisa that I couldn’t help but touch.

I’m a rebel…

As day two came to an end, I deliberately sought out the Plaza with the Da Vinci museum:


Reason being: this is where Indiana Jones pops out of the sewer in The Last Crusade, startling a bunch of tourists.  I simply had to take a picture.

Towards the tail end of our day, I stopped to get a late lunch.  We must have found a local hang-out because it was surprisingly lacking in tourists and though it seemed hole-in-the-wallish, they had surprisingly delightful food.  On the recommendation of the waiter, I tried Cafe al Ginseng for the first time and just about went to heaven.

Finally making our way back to the hostel, I stumbled upon my favorite tree in all of existence.  I took like 10 photos of this tree.  Here’s my favorite.


You could ask me why I like this tree and I’d have to tell you, I just don’t know.  Isn’t it eerie and GORGEOUS?!  Ugh.

So we got back to the hostel and grabbed our bags, trekking all the way back through Venice (noisily) to reach the train station.  From Venice, we hopped on the train to Florence and what happened there will shock and amaze…

Or not.  Maybe that’s just an elaborate ruse to keep you reading?

Until next time!

Author: alisonlcohn

Graduated magna cum laude with a degree in Communications Advertising. Traveled a bit. Taught for two years. Administered aptitude tests for a while. Worked as a Training Associate for Guardian Mortgage and a Quiz Master for Geeks Who Drink. Obtained my Master's in Film, Television and Screen Media in London, England. Now working as a small-group travel coordinator. Nice to meet you!

2 thoughts on “A Venetian Holiday”

  1. Either way… I can’t wait to read more!!!!! This post was so much fun to read- and the photos (i like the number 10 too) were so beautiful! I’m sad that it rained for the rest of your trip, but I am looking forward to your photos never-the-less. I am so thankful to have found your blog and I can’t wait to read more. Also please note that I love your verb usage. Maybe I’m just to American…. But these were great😊

  2. This sounds like such an amazing trip filled with adventures (and misadventures). So funny that you didn’t know Italians don’t do very well with English.

    I love that tree for the same reason you do: big, eerie and a shadowy silhouette.

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