Sheraton Padova Padua
Corso Argentina, 5 Padua, Veneto, 35129, Italy
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We're Go'in On a Cruise! We're Go'in on a Cruise!
... cruise ship.
We headed out from our hotel to walk across Venice, past the train station, and over to the far west side of the island. The walk took about 45 minutes, creating a spectacle as we carried our bags up and down the stairs of a million bridges, but was well worth it to enjoy the city. We took a newly opened people mover, a train of sorts that connects the main transportation hub to the dock area, over to our boat the "Norwegian Gem." As ...
La Bella Venizia
... my mom means when she tells me this! So after shopping and looking till 6, we got back on the boat and headed back to our hotel! A great 2 course meal was waiting for us. First up: Vino per-favor.
Then a great tasting lazagnia, followed by a slice of turkey and vegetables with cute potatoes,let me tell you after a whole day walking, getting in the hotel taking a shower, coming my hair back, waring a sharp polo and my blue shorts, drinking a nice glass of wine ...
Exhausted, bleary eyed, but finally here.
... the airport is on the mainland, but they have very straightforward means to get to general parts of the island, called Algilaguna. About a 45 min ride, and I was dropped at the Rialto bridge... just blocks from the hotel. Sooorta. It was hot and there were lots and lots of folks packing the streets, so manuevering my suitcase over cobblestones was a bit challenging. Especially when I figured out the hotel was not ...
More fun in Padua!
... pictures weren’t allowed in this chapel either, so sorry folks! I will try my best to describe the frescoes to you though! The ceiling is covered in a bright blue paint and has gold stars all over it; this was my favorite part of the chapel! On the back wall above the main door, the most famous depiction of the “Last Judgment” is found. This is a strange fresco with Jesus/God at the center and on his right are those souls that are entering ...
Tu me debes, hijoputa.
... a price, of course. Nothing comes cheap there.
Second night at the Marghuera campsite. Names will be omitted for various reasons. My Spanish roommate decided that since I actually made an effort to communicate with my borderline-passable Spanish, he and I were instant-best friends. I am always suspicious of people who get friendly too quickly; things have a way of turning sour. Anyway, I met my roommate at the hostel's poolside bar to hang for a bit ...



