V E N I C E - part two.
Play this song while you look at the photos. It's a treat.
I really dropped the ball on the Venice continuation. Deepest apologies to my Nana - a devoted blog follower of mine.
|This is not me trying to pose, for the record. It's me, not being ready for the picture. But who cares - look at the canal!|
|so tired, and so happy.|
|This was one of my favorite moments - weaving our way through the winding alleys, we unexpectedly rounded the corner into Piazza San Marco. Right at dusk, and as everything was illuminated.|
|It was breathtaking.|
|music playing in the square|
|can you see the moon? can you feel the breeze?|
Most of Venice's public transportation is by boat. For a fraction of the cost of a gondola ride (since it appears that Venice is happy to capitalize on every tourist's stereotypical view of Italy), we took a ferry ride back to the bus station. It was a pinch me moment, because only hours earlier in the day I had been in New York - completely unaware that I'd be in another country the next morning.
We met a Scottish man on the boat, there with his wife. They had just come from spending a month in Germany. They planned to camp out in Venice for another month, before moving onto Turkey. Rough life, right? His accent was amazing - and he kept calling us lassies.
The best moment is explaining that we arrived in Venice that early afternoon, and planned on leaving in the morning. Confusion.
|The flight home. Those. Are the Alps.|