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Europe 2010 – Days 3 & 4: Venice

I never thought I would feel the way about another city as I once felt about New York.  My first impression of NYC was one of accessibility.  Everything was within reach.  You could get everywhere you needed to go with your own two feet.  I don’t know if it made me feel powerful or what, but I was exhilarated.  It was a feast for the senses, and I had never felt so in tune with a “place” before.  I was engaging all of Me to interact with New York.

Then I went to Paris.  It felt like New York to the nth degree.  Paris not only engaged my senses, it engrossed them.  I felt completely “part of” the city.  I don’t know how to describe how I felt, other than you know how you feel when you are in love and you can’t get enough of the other person and you want to spend all your time with them getting to know them?  I felt like that.  About a city.  And now, I crave Paris on a regular basis.  I miss it like I miss a best friend.  Sigh.

Venice was different.  It wasn’t love at first sight.  It took me awhile to warm up to it.  It wasn’t until I walked into its maze of sidewalks and got completely turned around (even with a map) that I fell in love with the Venice.

I knew very little about Venice before I went.  I knew it had waterways, but I didn’t realize that was because Venice is made up of a bunch of islands.  I thought it was merely a quaint little mode of transportation, the gondola.  I thought you could drive around the city once you got there, but you had the option of taking a boat to explore the waterways.  Wrong.  The only way to get around Venice is on your own two feet or a boat.  Foot bridges connect most parts of the city, but the main canals are too wide to cross on foot.  And much to my shame, and my husband’s chagrin, I was ill-prepared in the shoe department for all the walking I would be doing.

I have decided to not retouch any of the pics I took in Venice.  The color of the sky was just…so “Venice”.  Brown-Eyed Husband and I agreed that it would be weird to see Venice while the sun is shining brightly in the sky.  The dreariness perfectly underlines the mood of the city.

In front of our hotel waiting for a vaporetto

We crossed the canal and were supposed to meet up with our friends for lunch.  We were given an address and a map, and we thought that would suffice.  Wrong again.

I don’t know if it was how freaking blown away I was while in the throes of visual overload, or how the streets and intersections aren’t clearly (to me, at least) labeled, but it took us awhile to find our friends.

{Side note:  it would have helped immensely if I had been able to do any sort of research beforehand, but I only found out the morning I was leaving for Europe that this road trip was planned.  I thought I was just going to join Hubs on a business trip to Cannes.  More #whitegirlproblems, right?}

There’s Hubs, map in hand, too enthralled to even look at it

At this point, I was hungry and all, but I didn’t really care if we got to a specific destination or not.  There was such an aged, worn beauty all around.

This one’s hanging on my wall, too

The view from my seat at lunch

Our table was under one of these red awnings:

The rain didn’t deter us one bit…

I had no hat and I didn’t want my glasses to get wet.  UGH!

Our traveling companions

We played in the rain on our way to Harry’s Bar.

We sat at Ernest Hemingway’s table and drank Peach Bellinis for hours.  Out of those tiny little glasses.  At €18 a pop.  Our bill was in the €severalhundreds… oopsies… Oh well.  Eat, drink, and be merry.  It’s biblical, after all!

So I commend the enjoyment of life, because there is nothing better for a person under the sun than to eat and drink and be glad. Then joy will accompany them in their toil all the days of the life God has given them under the sun.” Ecclesiastes 8:15

Ha!

We were sad when we woke up the next morning and had to leave this:

The view from our hotel room

But we were also thankful for this wonderful, magical experience.  And we find ourselves looking forward to the day we can go back to Venice and uncover more of her mysteries, which seem to pop up around every corner.  I have a feeling that a lifetime would not be long enough to explore every nook and cranny of this wonderful, ancient city.  But that won’t stop me from wanting to try.

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4 thoughts on “Europe 2010 – Days 3 & 4: Venice”

  1. Would love to have a couple of these as pictures in my home,Wow! Totally awesome. I have seen yours and love them..;) Noooo, I am not jealous. Noooo, I do not covet. I am blessed to live in Texas. Hot Texas. Yes, I walk by faith. Saying those things that are not AS THOUGH THEY WERE!!! Hahaha!!

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  2. Kim – I had no idea anything in Russia was that pretty – good to know! (No offense, Russia)

    Maybe it won't be dreary in the summer… I can't wait to hear your take on it after you get back.

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  3. Venice will be my last stop – no clue that it was so dreary there – good to know! 🙂

    I do hear if you don't get lost in Venice, you haven't been to Venice!

    I visited St. Petersburg Russia last year and it is also comprised of islands, and waterways, and they call it the Venice of the North – which is probably a helpful comparison so I know what to expect in terms of getting around! 🙂 And that first picture, looks JUST like St. Petey's!

    Thanks for sharing!

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