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Carnevale de Venezia
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*on the train*
Damn! Who allows their children to behave like this? When my mp3 player is full blast and I can still hear your child screaming, and not just once or twice as kids are prone to be loud but for hours, it is just ridiculously inconsiderate. I really want to give the kid a plastic bag to play with and slap his parents.
*In Vennice*
Vennice on a good day smells like ass. The people are rude, everything is in disarray and falling apart, the weather is horrid. Wende is still sick, so I am off to explore. I wish I couldn't smell. Similar to New Orleans during Mardi Gras, only with more fecal mater smell. I hate Venice. To boys make kissing noises and whistle and clap as I walk past, but they seem relatively harmless. That could be because I hold most everyday objects ready as weapons. Coke bottle? Weapon. Lit cigarette? Come a little closer. My purse? Heavy with my camera, you don't even need to get really close for me to be able to at least stun the hell out of you. My face is probably very menacing. I hate Venice.
Our room looks like a tenement and our slum lord charges $120 a night. He didn't take our passports (which is Italian law) so we think we are staying in a room he does not claim. It said Internet access. Nope. It said laundry...not exactly. There is mole everywhere, the ceiling is caving in, and a 12 ounce Coke costs $4.
It's not just our place either. The other "hotels" don't look any better (unless one is prepared to sacrifice their firstborn) and everything is ridiculously expensive. Did I mention the stench?
We turn in early and mention to our slum lord that we have an emergency. Something suddenly came up and we won't be staying the intended 2 nights in this hell.
Breakfast, which is included in the room price, consists of a roll that tastes like a hot dog bun, jam, and hot cocoa. Yippee.
We drop our crap at the "left baggage" counter in the train station and make our way to the Dodge Palace. I was less than impressed. We had prior tickets and our paperwork said we did not need reservation numbers, but the lady at the counter disagreed. We made a few calls and had to wait for the ticket issuing company to call the Palace and confirm our reservations and let us in.
The prison part was kinda neat. The doors only came up to my chest. I also liked the weapon rooms. That stuff looks so heavy! Overall though, not worth the money.
We great fully get back to the station ready to leave for Florence. No seats together. Seems everyone wants to leave Vennice.
Vile
Evil
Nasty
Nauseating
Icky
Crappy
Execrable
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