Venezia!

 We had hoped to beat the tourist crowds by being up and out early. However all of us are continuing to suffer from jet lag to some degree so by the time we all were up and had breakfast we were already onto plan “B”. The Hilton hotel shuttle across to the South Island from Giudecca where we are is at our disposal since we are in the Molino Stucky building complex. It is hardly any steps at all from our front door so we took it over and walked through that island to Ac’cademia bridge across the Grand Canal and into the frey! 

We were hoping to find a secondary canal that runs parallel to the Grand Canal but without a map we ventured forth and did what all newbie tourists do; we got lost. Most places that is a hardship, however in Venice it is rather enchanting and quaint, as well as many great picture ops. with few, if any tourists in sight. 
We went toward the Rialto bridge but we’re disappointed to find it is under renovation, most of it being obscured from view. 
By this time we were needing some ‘facilities’. Ken and I remembered there were some WC (water closet) in the area of the Rialto bridge with many stalls offering the best of the tousist bric-a-brac, chachka, odds and ends. €1.50 ea. for the privilege of use, however the bathrooms are well cared for by an attendant. 
The next stop was the Rialto Food  market. We were near lunch time by then so much of its offerings were sold out. We were not looking to buy fresh fish etc. so that was ok. There were lots of stalls still selling fruit and veg. This was why I brought everyone to the area. Fresh Figs!! And there they were. €2 per punnet. Small but ripe and sweet and about a dozen of them. I bought one and shared (well, they were allowed one each at first till they could be trusted to like them. No sense wasting my favourite food) then Annette bought two more, brown and green to be mixed some in with our morning fruit salad.  
Some more aimless wandering, we are on vacation after all, and we ended up in Piazza San Marco. We wondered why people were walking up on a raised walkway until we walked farther in and saw the piazza had become a lake. Some areas were past people’s ankles, we know this as some did wade through it and even have their photos taken as a momento. Since we had one in our party with closed toe shoes and socks we decided to follow the masses (and there were some serious masses) in waking across the makeshift bridge. 
The bridge of sighs was the next photo op for Annette, then we needed some respite from the heat and press of bodies so we took some gelato (yum! And yum!) and went to find a quiet spot in a park just adjacent to the piazza. It was good to sit and replenish our energy. 
Next it was nap time…. Well not for all of us but we have found both Ken and Russ and rather good at it. 
Ken and I had eaten in a little restaurant when last in Venice and we wanted a repeat so I phoned for a reservation. The hotel shuttle took us over and a short 10 minute walk and we arrived early. 
Though the food was good, it was not quite as memorable as we had found it before. Something like the sequel of a movie I suppose. The panna cotta and tiramisu we shared were rather fantastic though. So all was good by the time we left. 
Instead of walking back the way we came, we wandered toward the grand canal and took a Vaparatto along back to Piazza Roma where we could connect with one to our apartment.    
It was a rather long and drawn out ride with standing room only. The upside was that Annette managed to start a conversation with a German lady and get in some practice with the language. As well, a lady who grew up in São Paulo Brazil but is now living in France. 
Our plan to get home was going well until we arrived at the usual stop only to find that that particular run stops at 8pm and it was past 9 now. We managed to find a revised plan that looked good and did the job.
The only real down side I’m having (only me, everyone else is fine!) is that with all the rain, thunderstorms and humidity there has been here, all the standing water is spawning Mosquitos. Of course I’m the appetizer, main course and dessert and have about 20 bites, most of which are swelling… And itching and itching! Grr. 

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2 thoughts on “Venezia!”

  1. I can relate to your jet lag as we found ourselves suffering with it here in France too; seems like it got worse with age . And your mosquito bites–I can also relate to. Though not here in France. But in Toronto, for sure. But I found a remedy. Dab on Afterbite (it’s ammonia I think) and don’t scratch no matter what; tap, put ice on, stroke, but don’t scratch; but consumption of home made milk kefir even kept them away and even if one did bite, the swelling didn’t last.

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