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Travel Blogs from Venice
Venice, Italy
... time. Enjoyed the trip along the Grand Canal, and wandering through several different squares and pathways. So many short narrow paths, it was so easy to loose your way. We were disappointed in the gondolas. In the movies it always looks so romantic...the 4 of us were planning to share a ride.....real life proved to be very different. It looked like a traffic jam on the 400 highway on a Friday night!. The gondolas were all jammed together, pushing ...
A man who has not been in Italy
... later we each had a massive slab of pizza in one hand, a bottle of coke in the other and were only €7 poorer for our troubles. Bargain.
Before heading back to the campsite, we had to stop at a gelato shop. Beezel’s quest to try ice cream at every country we visited had to be fulfilled. So we found one that advised that all gelato sold was made in house. This is a big deal in Italy, trying to sell food that is not actually from the advertised region or not made in ...
Family Ties
... and confusing walk toward the main sights, piazza San Marco and Rialto Bridge. It wasnt long before we were stopping ever 30 seconds to take photos of rustic houses, canals, gondolas, piazzas, markets, and so on. Venice is such a beautiful place.
After lunch we climbed the bell tower in Piazza San Marco. The views from the top were amazing. Later that night Vittorio, Tizziana and Lorreta came over for dinner as it was Vittorio 59th ...
Venice in the Rain
... of Health for their well being. I came across several structures that look like wells in the middle of piazzas. They are sealed shut but I believe at one time, people here use to use these wells. They are scattered throughout the city and serve as a reminder of the past. The city is quite beautiful at night. I passed several photographers with tripods taking pictures. I don't blame them. There are definitely some great views here. I went to bed at a decent time but ...
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 ...