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It all became worth it as I looked down the Grand Canal and squinted hard while the harsh morning sun blasted into my eyes and illuminated the colorful buildings on the edge of the water. Here and there, citizens wandered the streets surrounding the canals, and I joined a few locals in a small cafe as we all ordered cappuccinos and croissants and consumed it all by the water overlooking the old churches of the city.
... in the wrong direction which she found out once she asked someone for directions, she blamed this on us because she apparently walked over the bridge so many times she forgot where she came from. When she finally had her bearings she took us the square where we met with the group and luckily still had time for the gondola rides. They were the perfect size as they could take six people so Katie, Ainzley, Kyle, daisy, Garrett and I got to ride in one. ...
... speed was 300klm. The trip was very enjoyable and over really quickly. We got off the train to a cold, grey, dirty city called Venice. The hotel is across the road from the train station with trams running down the middle of the road. The hotel smells of cigaret smoke and is old and dirty. Our room is on the front of the building and has a lot of traffic noise coming in through the windows. There ...
... gelato before heading to the train station. When we got off the vaporetto at the train station John realized that he had been pick pocketed! It must have happened in the crush of people in San Marco. He lost his wallet right out of his front pocket in his shorts - gone was 200Euro, his credit card, debit card and driver licence. We don't know exactly when our how it happened but it was unsettling. I was never so glad that years ago I had invested in my Tilley ...
... are water taxis which travel up and down the Grand Canal. When we arrived at our hostel there was nobody there. We waited for about 45 minutes and finally an old Italian man came shuffling up to us speaking in Italian. Of course we couldn't understand him but he waved some keys at us, unlocked the door, pointed at a few things and talked to us in Italian and then turned and left. We assumed we were in the right place. Sometimes ...