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Hello, again, Blogonauts. Venice is beautiful, historic, and culture-packed city. And along with these indubitable virtues, it also happens to exist in 21st-century Italy. Italian disagreements are common and often filled with drama. (This is, after all, the country that lifted grand opera to its treacherous, tearful, tragic peak.) Along the way, …
... mountains there is a hinterland of hills and valleys where agriculture is carried out. Sheep, goats, a few dairy and beef cattle are farmed there.
As with Dubrovnik, fruit trees are scattered across the city - ripe oranges, lemons, figs and pomegranates are evident.
Wandering around the town we find tiny hidden narrow streetscapes which lead to homes. The streets have many steps, all of which have been freshly washed so that the stone paving is gleaming. Each door has ...
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By the time we got our sightseeing in the sun was beginning to set over the water. We walked along the water to a park until it was dark. Dark + no map = we have no idea where we were going. It was actually a pretty cool experience just wandering in the small alleys. Sometimes we had to turn around because we reached the water but there was no bridge and other times we had to turn around because of a dead end. It ...
... photos (which I also did), I went bobsledding on the Olympic summer training course, outside of Innsbruck, Austria (used in... Does the '64 Olympics sound right?). Everyone else had been in the beer halls of Munich last night so on top of being nervous, they also weren't feeling great. I however, having not gone out and being the spawn of a speed demon ;P, was very excited. I felt like a pro putting on ...
Venice is, by far, the strangest city I have ever been to. What fit of barking madness possessed the city fathers to build it, to do anything but scoff at the absurd notion that a city, on a lagoon, supported by logs, built like a maze on top of another, more watery maze, would be a good idea for permanant human habitation, I will never know. It seems implausable, even when wandering - lost- around the very heart of it. Why? How? Mayhap the strangest ...