So... I pre-purchased the wrong train ticket (Venice, Han, not Verona). What's an adventure without a hiccup or two? As I mentioned in Miles Across Milan, we were able to secure a free transfer to Venice on a brand new frecciarosa that started its journey from Zurich that morning. As the train neared Venezia Santa Lucia, we caught sight of a rainbow arched over the Italian lagoon. This was only the beginning of the beauty we'd behold. The view outside of the train station was a fraction of the city's charm, but with the wide-eyed excitement of teenage girls, my mom and I instinctively pulled out our phones and snapped away as the heaviness of our backpacks vacated our attention.
Venice was pastel pink and romantic. It glowed dandelion yellow and tasted like vibrant red Aperol spritzes. In the distant, amidst the steady hum of visitors in awe, gentle waves lapped up against the coast and piano covers of pop songs invited us to whistle along and relax our shoulders. Dolce far niente, sweet idleness or pleasantly doing nothing, was the law of the land... Alas, there were nooks and crannies and tiny alleys and corner pastry shops all over the city to explore. Even with multiple maps in hand, my attention often drifted to the gondolas floating down the canals. Fortunately, we couldn't get lost for too long on an island!
The Italy series continues with a look into the few days we spent in Venice. If you missed the previous posts, you can find them on my travel page.
Click here to read a pdf version of the travelogue. Heads up - there are a lot of photos (and two videos)!
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