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Travel Blogs from Venice
Venezia or as you might call it....Venice
Last night on the night train from Salzburg to Venice was quite interesting. I had a nice little compartment all to myself from Salzburg to Kufstein. I should have taken the chance to take a nap during those few hours but I was too busy staring out the windows. My ride from Kufstein to Venice was not quite as pleasant. When I first boarded the …
Canals, boats, bars, and grappa.
... ranting about the importance of wine purity one moment and making drinking jokes with AJ the next. After the tour was over and Alessandro left (using the cross-cultural excuse of "My wife will kill me if I am home much later!"), the rest of us went for more drinks on St. Mark's Square, where you can sit in the outdoor cafes and listen the orchestras play. It was a wonderful evening and we made many new friends. AJ is nursing a teeny hangover from the wine and some grappa ...
Back to Venice to pick up Steph
... in. Rubbish! They never even looked at it. Of course no one but me took any notice of these warnings. I need to take more risks???!! Live more dangerously? Others did!! One woman had 3 pieces of hand luggage!!! Another was trying to get "hand luggage" almost the size of my suitcase into the overhead locker. The crew batted no eyelids at this whatsoever and just watched her trying to stuff this ridiculously large bag into the locker - then one offered to help. Not put it in the hold, as ...
Sailing Away
... 14h00 that our cabins were available. We went to our cabin to drop our back packs and put some things in the safe. Our room, a balcony, was great. Mom and Dad had an inside cabin which was also really well laid out and both had tons of storage space. We then went upstairs to order sail away Mojito's. It felt great to be in our floating hotel for a week. We left a little late than advised as we waited for another ship to ...
The Classic Water City
... She didn't speak a lick of English so our broken conversations involved me using Spanish, her answering in Italian, and an interesting mixture of hand gestures and head shaking to come to the agreement that I could rent a space in her attic to spend the night. She earned her nickname from her ability to sit perfectly still in front of a blank TV screen for hours with her death-shroud-like shawl until the phone rang, at which point she would promptly rise from the dead to run and ...