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Travel Blogs from Venice
... were 15 minutes outside of it by bus, so that same day we decided to venture into Venice! We got a ticket and hopped on a bus and waited till we crossed a bridge (knowing Venice is an island) and got off where there was lots of people! We asked a man if we were there and he said cross that bridge and you will be! We crossed the bridge and from that moment on we had absolutely no idea where we were and trying to figure that out was next ...
... doing this. The marinara is one of the best meals I have ever eaten, Dianne agrees and the kids enjoy theirs as well as picking at ours. I have posted a pic from my tablet, not the best, but check out the portion sizes. We were all very full at the end.
A perfect meal inside, we head off home very satisfied with our time in Venice. Tomorrow we pick up the car and head to Varazdin to visit family. WiFi may be a little hard to come by, so will catch up as soon as I can.
... out how to actually flag down the men in
stripped shirts. We finally catch
the eye of Leonardo and gently enter our craft. We have a spectacular ride down the Grand Canal and then
onto some smaller canals in the oldest part of Venice...bellisimo. A little singing and some whistling,
but mostly quiet, very serene. Only about 500 gondolas left, all the gondoliers
must be licensed, wear black pants, a striped shirt, and closed dark
shoes. Hat ...
... I met from all over the world. Danes, Costa Ricans, Brits and of course Australians. And there was an awesome pool party on my final night that caused me to sleep through my alarm the next morning and wake up only 2 minutes before my bus out of town was due to depart. I left some clothes behind and accidentally took the room key with me, but miraculously I made the bus to ...
... the message and left.
Finally, after probably another half an hour of walking, we found a souvenir stand on the street where tall, black rain boots were sold. Lauren and I each bought a pair, and the guys operating the stand were nice enough to help us try them on, a surprisingly difficult task--our wet feet didn't go into the rubber boots well. If my hair wasn't so gross and the guys weren't so creepy, it would have been a bit like a Cinderella moment.