Category Archives: Venice

These posts are about our experiences in Venice during our trip to Italy.

A Friday Night Feeling

April 20th, 2012

This Friday I went to school with Lena, and the day proved to be simple and uneventful. The real story lies in my night.

After a delicious dinner of Spargel (asparagus) and prosciutto with sauce, Lena and I hit the town with some exchange friends. We bounced around from Kaufland, to Rosso, to one of Lena’s friends apartments, until we all called it a night around 4am. That’s when Lena and I retired to her Oma’s to sleep. Thankfully, her Grandma lives right in the city!

A lot of what happened that night I shouldn’t type. And so I’ll let it go unsaid. But my greatest conclusion of the night: if you read one of my earlier posts from Venice (it would have been 2009!), you may remember a certain reflection on the easy-attitude of Europeans. Well, 3 years later I’m here to make the same observation. Nothing is a rush, nothing is forced, but everything is relaxed and simple… Ready for the kicker?…

If you let it be!

Waltzing through Trier these past few nights has given me an air of weightlessness, just drifting and floating through the city streets at night. I am happy: truly happy. And have never been more content.

~As written by me that night

Maybe everyone thinks that way, but not everyone has had the opportunity to feel that way. And, at 17 years old, I’ve found it, twice? I truly am the most fortunate girl in the world.


Last Day in Venice

Friday was our last full day in Venice. After an early- and I mean EARLY- breakfast, we hopped on a water bus to Saint Mark’s Square to meet Marco, our tour guide (not the same one as our waiter the other day.) Marco the Tour Guide joked that every man in Venice is named Marco. We walked around Piazza San Marco, learning about the history, the politics, etc… He took a lot of pride in his city, despite the occassional flood in November, the fact that the government was looking to close three of the four major ports to the city, and many younger couples were moving to the newer parts of the city. Marco believes that they’ll miss the older, more familiar Venice and come back soon enough. Although slightly eccentric, I have toi admit he was very optimistic! One of the stops on our trip was to an old church in St. Mark’s Square. When we walked in, a guard started yelling at me and Rachel. We thought it was because we were taking pictures, but actually it was because our shouldres weren’t covered by our dresses. We had to but shoulder covers, which are a fancy word for over sized napkin. 90 degrees outside, 100+ degrees inside, and we have to wear shoulder napkins…not fun.

An hour later, we found ourselves enjoying gelato at Piazza San Marco, listening to a classical group of players. Buying our way back along the pier, we took the water bus “home,” this time with no navigating troubles.

Dinner was liesurely, starting with melon and ham appetizers (a delicacy.) Dad had shrimp, but I’m allergic so I stuck to the ham and canteloupe. For actual meals, Rachel and I had pasta, and Dad had something soaked in octopus ink; beyond that I pretty much lost interest. It was a perfect way to end our trip; happy yet sad.

Our walk back was an endless search for a souvenier for Rachel. After that was a nice walk back to Hotel Gardena (we took tons of pictures!)

The flight home was long, including the six hour stop over in Frankfurt. It was good to be home, although we instantly missed the everyday adventure of a new country.

Well it’s been an amazing trip, and thanks again to all who commented, or supported me for this trip! i’m looking forward to more future posts! 🙂


Okay I’m going to start taking volunteers to help me move my stuff here- it’s amazing! As soon as we stepped outside the train station, all three of us were speechless. The arcitechture on the tall buildings was beautiful, but the river the buildings sat on (the Grand Canal) was like nothing we’d ever seen. It was huge and sparkling in the hot sun. Taxis (in boat form), police boats, and gondolas travel along this waterway in such mass numbers, it was unbelievable that they didn’t collide.

After we checked into our hotel (which has a view right over the river), we walked down the street to grab a bit to eat. We found an outside restaraunt right by the water. Our waiter, Marco, was working as the chef, bartender, and waiter all in one for the day, and still he was incredibly patient with us, and the food was excellent! I got a burger, and although I didn’t come halfway across the world for a classic American meal, it was prepared like nothing I’d ever seen. Later came the tiramisu that Marco made himself- delish!

Afterwards, we wound our way through the maze of streets looking for a gonadola company on the Canal that we’d bought tickets for earlier. The ride was beautiful, and the musicians that played actually made me enjoy accordian music. 🙂

Me ad Rachel on the gondola in Venice

Me ad Rachel on the gondola in Venice

45 minutes later, when the ride was over, we tried finding our way back to the hotel, with little luck. We wound up at St. Mark’s Square where parts of our favorite movie (The Italian Job) are filmed. We sat down at an ourdoor cafe to rest our bodies from the tiring work of reading a map. Rachel and I got chocolate milkshakes, and listened to the dueling classical quintets. It was really interesting to a music fiend like me.

Then we began walking back to the hotel, at least that was the ultimate destination. We walked around with one tiny map of Venice as a guide, and it was getting dark quickly. “Get lost in a foreign country” is towards the bottom of my bucket list, so my anxiety started to kick in. We were in a huge anxiety bubble, and it was only expanding around us, ready to pop, as we worked our way further and further into the heart of the city.

Many many left turns and one very helpful hotel concierge later, we found our way to the public transportation- a big water bus. As nervous as we got, afraid of what kinds of people came out at that hour, everyone outside our bubble seemed completely calm and secure. Drenched in sweat from the hot and heavy Venetian air, and so used to getting back to the safety of the hotel in Florence come nighttime, the liesurely post-dinner milling around had become unfamiliar to us. At one point on our walk back from the “bus” dock to the hotel, I turned to Dad and said: “Look at them! Just look! They just don’t care! He responded: “Oh, they care, just about the right things.”

Now I’m typically very careful when it comes to right and wrong because everyone seems to have their own opinions on the matter. To me, it’s like stepping on eggshells. But just then is when it all clicked into place. I stopped short in my tracks, and walked over to the railing of the bridge we happened to be crossing. I just stood, leaning on the railing, listening to the jazz music coming from the street below. And I watched the people, the gondolas, the water. It was like an epiphany. Why rush rush away from the beauty of this moment- the water, the night, the people? Just taking a moment, a minute, an hour here and there to enjoy the preciousness of life is all it takes.

Well I hope this blog makes you reflect a bit! Ciao from the most amazing city I’ve ever seen!