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... someone when you would like to kill one another from being tired of walking for so long, sore, and hungry. Then you quickly return to loving one another after sitting down for five minutes. It was like the Snicker commercials. Here have a snicker, because you aren't really yourself when your hungry. Yup, that was us, little grizzlies. A little under two hours later, we found our hotel on the other side of the island on the beach. It was a cute little place ...
... throngs of people enjoying themselves in one of the most romantic cities in the world. And there are also quieter parts, which are like still and pretty paintings in real life, right before your eyes.
We walked through all of that, getting a bit lost, eventually making our way to our destination. Street addresses are very confusing in Venice, so we only knew we were where we were supposed to be when we saw that we were right by some university, between a ...
... Jarvis and his newfound map-reading skills, taking hundreds of photos, browsing in the shops full of beautiful Venetian masks and costumes, and counting wells and winged lions. It certainly is an amazing city like no other, and how the hundreds of boats zooming up and down the canals manage not to hit each other remains a mystery to me.
We returned to Padua about 7ish exhausted, and stopped for our usual plates of pasta and carafe of wine on the ...
... from atop the mountain was excellent, and the typical Italian haze was less heavy than usual.
But enough of the talk of haze and views: we were on top of an active volcano. The enormous crater that was right there was testament to this. Any illusions of the safety of this spot evaporated when I spotted steam easing out between the rocks, not 20 metres away from where we stood. You can walk around the crater almost 360 degrees, or as far as your legs can carry you. Don’t ...
I took a boat to the Isola della Giudecca and went inside the Chiesa Santa Maria delle Zitelle (a church), where I encountered a Gypsy trying to act like the admissions person for the church to scam people for money. She wouldn't leave me alone, and to make a long story short, I ended up yelling at a Gypsy on the steps of a church. Thinking about that situation still makes me laugh to this day.
I ended my last moments in the city ...