So it’s been a while again. I know I said it wouldn’t be, but I also sort of knew that was a lie when I typed it because we had loads of travel on the then not-too-distant horizon. And when I say ‘travel,’ you should envision steam engines and trunks and being incommunicado for pretty much the entire duration of said travels because neither the Mr. nor I are tech-equipped to be able to do something as fancy as update a blog while we’re away from home. There’s a much better chance you’ll receive a telegram from me rather than read a new blog entry.
Anyway, I returned from the above-mentioned travels (which I will go into more detail about) only a couple of days ago. A few friends who are subscribed to this blog have mentioned to me that it’s been pretty quiet around these parts (insert sound of the wind blowing and tumbleweeds, er, tumbling), so I promised them I would get back to writing ASAP. Then the weather here in Germany took a dramatic turn for the better (i.e. we went from chilly spring weather to SUMMER practically overnight), and the Mr. decided it was time we buy bicycles. Living next to a river here in Würzburg means we have miles and miles of relatively flat, easy cycling which we have so far not taken advantage of except by foot. Suddenly the Mr. became obsessed with the idea of buying bikes and spending this whole weekend cycling, so the plan was to go into town this morning and buy them. The possibility of catching up on my blog became more and more remote….then, BAM! On my way walking to the grocery store yesterday evening, I somehow managed to fall off the sidewalk (I gots the skillz, what can I say?) and onto the pavement. In the process, I nicked up my right knee pretty badly and twisted my ankle. We went to a clinic and had it checked out, and luckily, it’s only a minor sprain. But here I am; it’s been a gorgeous day, 30 degrees celsius (86 degrees fahrenheit), and I’m sitting on the bed with my ankle propped up. Somehow, I can’t help but wonder if the Blog Gods were getting annoyed at my lack of writing and felt they had to intervene.
So allow me to take this opportunity to begin to tell you about our glorious travels. First stop: Bella Venezia!
Back in late March, the Mr. and I boarded a train bound for Venice. With only one stop in between Würzburg and Venice, we left at around 9am and got in to Venice at around 6pm. Not bad for a day’s journey! We decided to use our legs and walked from the train station to our hotel near the Rialto Bridge.
Venice is beautiful. It really, truly, is enchantingly romantic and interesting. I figured I would like it as so many people say how great it is, but I don’t think I was prepared for how much I would love it. And to be fair, we were probably seeing the city at its best as I understand it gets insanely crowded in the summertime and sometimes even stinky from the canal. We were exploring with ideal conditions of pleasant weather with no stink and no crowds. But it seemed like every corner we turned there was yet another fantastic view with breathtaking architecture, cute shops and tempting gelato.
The most challenging part of visiting Venice is finding good, cheap food. Because we were going to be on the road for quite a while (Venice was the first stop), the Mr. and I tried to eat on a budget as much as possible. It meant we ate a lot of slices of pizza on the street and gelato, and only ate in a restaurant a couple of times (and the first time we got totally ripped off…I asked for the house white wine, and they brought me a half bottle that cost 16 Euros!) I’d heard people complain about the food in Venice before, so I sort of knew it wouldn’t be great value or all that good compared to what you get in other parts of the country. But just walking the streets and taking in the view pretty much makes up for that….
We spent a total of four nights and three full days in Venice, and it’s now at the top of my list of cities I’d like to visit again or even stay in on a longer-term basis. I think having a few days to walk around and really take it all in also helped me fall in love with the city. If we had had only a frantic, single day in the main tourist areas I don’t think I would have been nearly so taken with the place. We didn’t even go inside a single museum or art gallery (of which there were several that sounded very interesting), which I suppose is also a testament to just how lovely a city it is to explore and simply take in.
Our time in Venice flew quickly by, and all too soon it was time to board the train and head south to Naples where we would take the ferry to an island called…
Stay tuned for the next installment of “Holly and the Mr.’s Adventures in Italy 2012.”