Last week began the first of our day-trip adventures. The canals of Venice called me up and requested my presence.
The journey began with the usual mad dash across the streets of Firenze, bags a flyin', only to find ourselves at the station at the ungodly hour of 7:30 am with all the trains full. Danggitt. We found a 1:30 train and made peace with wandering around the piazza looking like rather flustered hobos for a while. As we were boarding in the last car we realized that we had failed to validate our tickets at the front of the train. I was the selected sprinter and set out at breakneck speed down the concourse just in time.
We successfully made it to our small hostel right near San Marco with the help of the heavenly high quality map we were forced to purchase. Saturday evening we strolled about, bopped around the tourist-filled grand Piazza, and plopped ourselves down in a gondola for a token sunset cruise around the canals.
Sunday a couple of us sought out la Biennale, an art festival held every other year for the summer months in Venice. Every country sends their top modern artists. In the afternoon I lead the troops on an ill fated mission to find the last gondola workshop. Unfortunately the street appeared to have disappeared from the map.
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| I was just so excited to arrive |
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| Note the time stamp says 13:39. Our train pulled out at 13:40. Yeahhh buddy. |
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| Tuppence a bag. 30 seconds before she exclaimed that "This is a nightmare!" |
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| The ladies and I |
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| Perhaps the reason everything is so confusing is that the signs point both directions. So helpful |
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| Struttin his stuff |
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| Our Sergio |
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| This one offered to make us a pizza party |
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| If you insist... |
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