The Queen of the Adriatic, the City of Water, the City of Masks, the City of Bridges, the Floating City, the City of Canals, or even the city that made Kristina Meyers fall in love with Italy. All are extremely suitable names for Venice. Let me clarify, having been to both Rome and Florence (and Cinque Terre which I actually loved) I was not that excited for Venice. My expectations for the other two cities were high at first and it turned out to be extremely disappointing. Venice, on the other hand, was magical. I kept referring to it as Italy’s Disneyland because it seemed too good to be true.
When we finally landed in Venice, we hopped in a cab and got lost…of course. We were supposed to walk for about 5 minutes and get in another waterbus but instead we walked or about an hour with our luggage at 11 at night. When we finally figured it out and got to the hotel I find out that they decided to upgrade us to the largest suit in the hotel. So that just made the weekend even more magical. After we got situated in the room, we walked around the area, grabbed a sandwich for dinner and a cannoli.
The first official day in Venice was perfect. We woke up, ate breakfast at the hotel, and then met up with the other 7 girls (who stayed in an airbnb) that came with us. We walked around the city and took about a million pictures before taking a gondola ride. Let me tell you, that was one of the scariest boat rides I’ve ever taken. I don’t know if our guys was new or just didn’t like us, but I felt like our little gondola was about to tip over ever 5 minutes. Sketch. But, nonetheless, cue the photo session. Once off the boat and after we kissed the ground, we made our way 9and got lost again in the process) to a little restaurant where we had lunch. Natalia and I split a pizza.
Post pizza coma, we walked to Piazza San Marco. Here, Natalia, Terra, and I went to the top of the Torre dell’Orologio (aka the big clock tower that was built between 1496 and 1506) to get a birds eye view of Venice. What shocked me was that, along with its beauty, we could not see any of the canals. The people build so much on top of the water that all you could see was architecture. After coming down and we walking through the flooded square, we made our way to St. Mark’s basilica. Once inside (after having to balance on a thin wooden plank) we walked through the marvelous basilica. To be perfectly honest, it was so beautiful that I actually made my friend wait while I sat down and said a little prayer.
Once out of the cathedral, we all regrouped and walked back to my hotel where Natalia and I took a nap. Then, we went out to dinner where the locals would go. It was bomb.com to say the least. To end the night, we had chocolate covered profiteroles, which were to die for. We then walked back to our hotel (a 45 minute walk that we needed after the dinner we just had) and collapsed in our suite.
The second and (unfortunately) last day in Venice was just as remarkable as the first. Again, we woke up and ate breakfast at the hotel before meeting the rest of our group for our adventure. We took a 4 hour boat tour through Murano, Burano, and Torcello. First stop, Murano, where we watched an artist blow glass. It was incredible. The whole thing took less than 2 minutes. Then we shopped...duh. Next stop, Burano, aka the most picture perfect, colorful, adorable, quaint town I have ever laid eyes (or feet) on. Here, we just waked around and soaked in the sun and colors. And had gelato of course. We all felt like we didn’t have enough time, but I can assure you we took enough pictures. Last stop was Torcello, a place where we were a little disappointed at first, but then it grew on us. This island was the first island of Venice and today it only inhabits 30 people. This basically translates into it is old and small. Yet, still beautiful.
Once back on Venice, we grabbed lunch/dinner (I had one of the best mango and prosciutto and pasta dishes of my life). And you could tell we were satisfied because there was not one plate left that hadn’t been licked clean. After that, we walked around and souvenir shopped before stumbling upon the best gelato place in Venice. It was honestly, so good. It was like heaven in my mouth.
Then, we grabbed our luggage, hopped on a plane (not without our luggage struggles of course *cough *cough Elise) and made our way back to Bonn.