Finishing up our spring trip to Italy was a final stop in one of our new favorite destinations, Verona.
We visited Verona a couple of years ago as a day trip when we were staying in Limone on Lake Garda. We were really impressed by that first visit, and figured why not stay there again on this trip when we needed a city somewhere in the north to stay a couple of nights before making our way back to Würzburg.
At first, I was a little reluctant; I’m one of those people who tends to prefer to do something new on vacation rather revisit a place we’ve already been to. I like to stick my flag in the ground and claim new territory on my personal travel map. The Mr. isn’t the opposite, exactly, but he’s definitely more inclined to want to go to a familiar haunt that we already know we like rather than strike out new territory. In the end, it became hard to say no to Verona because logistically it made sense. It’s a reasonable distance to travel in a day up from Naples, and then a reasonable distance to make it back to Würzburg within a day. We would take a one-day break in between those two trips and walk around Verona so we could manage those two longer train journeys without going stir-crazy.
Because we had two nights and one full day in the city, it meant we actually had a lot more time during this visit to really see and take in more of the city. On the morning of our full day in town, we were both feeling pretty pleased that we had chosen to see Verona again because it is a really beautiful little city. We enjoyed having a wander around the city that morning, heading slowly towards the Castell San Pietro (St Peter’s Castle), across from the Ponte Pietra (Peter Bridge).
The Mr. had snapped some photos of the Castell last time we were in Verona, and he would have loved to have climbed up then for the views it offers, but we just didn’t have the time during that first visit. So on this day, climbing up the hill was a top priority for the Mr. At the bottom of the hill there’s an old Roman Amphitheatre. It had an admission fee, however, so we opted to just to climb the hill up to the Castell and have the view for free. We were actually able to see in to the ruins of the Amphitheatre to some extent as we climbed the stairs, so we almost felt like we had gotten to see it, too.
The Castell was once Austrian barracks that date back to the Austrian occupation of the city. The building isn’t open to the public, but there is a cafe (unfortunately wasn’t open while we were there) and the views of Verona are spectacular. For those of you that care about this sort of thing (because I always do), didn’t see a loo anywhere around at the top so make sure you go before you start climbing up.
After the Castell, we wandered back into the center and window shopped and relaxed, taking in the fair city of Verona. We saw this little guy (or girl) walking around town with its owners, and I was terrified someone might step on it and that would be the end.
Yep, Verona didn’t disappoint as the final destination of our trip. In fact, we were really glad we had chosen to visit it again. Ahh, Verona…parting is such sweet sorrow. Although mostly just sorrow, because you (and the rest of Italy) pretty much rock(s).