We were only in Venice one night but I still managed to get over three hundred photos because every corner I turned was more beautiful than the one before. Venice has the patina that architects dream of: the hundred year old paint fades from exposure to the sea, the walls are almost so meticulously crumbling with wear it looks as if somebody chipped at them on purpose. My previous experience with this type of architecture has been at Epcot, someone's weak attempt at trying to recreate the unbelievable authenticity that romanticizes all of Italy. Actual Italy > Epcot Italy. Sorry not sorry, Disney.
We arrived at the airport and took a bus to Piazzale Roma, adjacent to the Santa Lucia Railway Station. This is the part of traveling that hardly ever gets romanticized when you're backpacking: getting from one place to another. We could've spent a ton of money on a taxi from the airport, but even then we'd have to take a water taxi to get to our hotel or just walk. By the time we were in Italy, we were done walking with our backpacks. DONE. We were also starving and poor, so we took a bus for about 6 euro and a water taxi to our hotel (Hotel Al Duca di Venezia - turned out to be quite lovely) and then booked it to some pasta. Dalt on the GPS and me, 10 feet behind at all times, stopping to marvel at and photograph every damn thing I saw. You can't blame me though???
We got pasta to go from Dal Moro's (photographed somewhere below) once we careened our way through the crowds and hallways of streets. They make their own pasta right in front of you in their little hole-in-the-wall shop.
The hardest part about Venice and perhaps every other destination is that I had an idea of it in my head and that idea did not include it being overrun with tourists. It is overrun with tourists. And look, I was one of them in the way that I too was visiting one of the most visited spots in the world. I feel as if it's sinking because of the foot traffic from those very people who want to see it before it sinks. It felt much less intimate than I expected -- romantic, yes -- but I think I'd wish to visit in the off season, where I could run up and down the corridors and dart into cozy corner restaurants. I dream of a desolate Venice, where St. Marks Square is empty apart from the pigeons, in part because if I were alone I would feel as if I were taking a trip back in time, no iPhones or Sketchers to be seen.
okay, so more stories coming soon but for now I'm packing my life up and trying to get some shiz done before I move to Los Angeles in ONE WEEEEEEK. ah. I can't resist reminiscing over summer days in this city.
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Hit File>Make a Copy and you can start editing your own itinerary.
Yep, I made it. Is it insanely detailed? Yes. Am I crazy? Probably. But it really made me feel like I had my trip fully organized before I left. And it helped along the way.
Here you can see the date, day of the week, the city, train or airfare, the accommodations and how much they cost, along with estimated food and activity costs. "Other" leaves room for museum entrance fees (bring your student ID!), cab or uber fare, paragliding in Switzerland... that sort of thing.
I probably didn't spend $40 a day every day on food. But it all evened out in the end. It's better to have planned for a little extra than to starve!
Note the color guide. I used this itinerary months in advance for planning purposes. After each place or plane ticket was booked, I'd change the color from blue to green to know what I still had left to pay for.