I never thought I would ever see a place like Venice! I don't know how I'm going to put in to words the amount of beauty this city contains. First things first, let's discuss the adventure we had getting here.
We left Paris last night... Backpacks and all. I don't know if you can picture this but imagine four stupid Americans on the French metro with ENORMOUS backpacks on that weigh more than each person. Plus they are like blinders, it's like you can't see anything behind you or around you... This makes for hilarity when the French man almost gets hit in the head with dre's backpack and then asks how much it weighs and Dre goes on to explain that she has had one to many croissants before I can explain he is talking about the backpack, not about her. We looked like a walking Saturday Night Live skit.
The train ride was uneventful until we hit the first three hour layover in a freezing cold French train station, where we got confused with homeless people by the security. Brie blames the fact that the only blankets we had were towels and my blanket, which at best, is a few threads hanging on. To add salt to the wound, our next connection was a bus, which was only found out when our "train" wasn't coming up on the screen. Ridiculous. But we made our ten minute connection to Venice. And thank god we did!
We arrived off the bus at five in what looked like a painting. The city is nothing like I have ever seen and absolutely everything I thought it would be. They use boat taxis like the metro and we found the one that lead to our hostel fairly easily. Our hostel is located on a little suburb island, and Oh. My. God. There are only vineyards and water as far as the eye can see. There is a ten minute walk to the nearest docking port where the boat taxis take you into the city. The walk is on a road that's about 6 feet across and lined with vineyards and houses that look like movie sets. I can only describe it by saying it looked so perfect that it could be a Disney movie. Once we arrived at our hostel allbrie could say is "oh my god", it has a small wooden bridge that leads to the yellow building with a wrap around terrace with pots of flowers everywhere and chickens roaming the grounds. With the sun just setting, we are currently in the process of washing the train off of us and heading down to the dinner at our hostel with wine included.
It's a storybook... I can't wait to venture into the city tomorrow after Dre and I's morning run along the vineyards! Love you guys!!! Buona sera!!!
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