September 24th.
So again on like four hours of sleep, we wake up early for Venice. We’re on the train now and if it were for the two cracked out looking girls we’d have the cart to ourselves.
Weather forecast for the weekend: Heavy Rain. Cool.
Yesterday as my mom and I were walking home from our walk, I had no idea what time it was. No idea what time I left the house, no idea what time the sun sets. The past two weeks , wedding stuff excluded, I’ve been living on event time. I learned about this in my interpersonal class. I was living based on events and things I did rather than by a clock or set time. I know that every night we have dinner around 8 or 9 and everyone goes to bed around 11-12 and me a few hours later. When I wake up everyone is already up and have eaten breakfast and by the time I sit down to have coffee its 11am. We go out, wander around and once we are done, we head home and soon after its dinner time. Not once have I been like, “its 3 oclock, lets go here” Its all been free. I don’t even have a watch here and since I am without a phone, I’m not constantly checking it. It makes me realize how much time really goes by when you are busy. This kind of living is so different from my life back home because there everything is set and organized by times. Everything has to be planned, but here, I’m free.
I also just want to share how much I love Italy. When on the train you pass through a lot of country side which could easily be mistaken for any place but I feel like (although this may be a feeling and not a fact) that Italy maintains a beauty like no other. The green trees, the green mountains, the red tiled roofs, the bright colored homes, the yellow fields, yellow flowers. Its beautiful. It’s the country I’ve seen the most of, spent the most time in and the culture ive had to adapt to the most and I love it. Don’t get me wrong, there are things about Italy that I don’t necessarily like, but you’ve always got to accept the bad with the good.
Venice, Italy- Dark Alleys and lots of stairs.
Sept 24th.
Arriving in Venezia was an adventure- not as crazy as Florence but still on adventure. The hotel had very vague instructions as to how to get there from the train station. So with my broken Italian and lots of hand gestures, we eventually made it to our hotel. We were staying at Nice Hotel in Marghera. A city right by venice. The area at our hotel was really cool. It was near a huge market place. Our room was really cute too. Kind of small but we had a balcony and a cute chandlier. I was happy. We got in around five and then headed straight to Venice. Since the forecast was for heavy rain on Saturday I figured we head in and see it today since it was just overcast. We figure out the bus system and it drops us off at a stairway away from the island and of course it starts sprinkling. We get out our umbrellas and start to wander around. I didn’t think we had raveled that far but before I knew it we were at the main bridge. It was getting dark so my mom wanted to head back but I had no idea where we were. We asked three different people which basically got us more lost. Finally we asked one man and he told us to follow him. My mom and I were hesistant because it was dark and Venice by night-unless you are by the water it Is very dark. We followed him—not to closely through dark alleys and when it was time for us to go his way, he told us to follow signs to Ferrovia. So we did. 20 miles later (an exaggeration ) we ended up across the canal from the train station. We walk over to the buses and as soon as 6/ comes we get on it. He drives out of venice and at the next stop, he stops and turns off the bus. Everyone gets off except for us and these two Korean girls. Funny story about these girls, we met them earlier when we were lost and they asked me where Piazzale Roma is. I said I didn’t know but piazzale Roma is where the bus stop is!
So anyway the bus stops and for a second im like what the…but my worry was distracted by the two Korean girls freaking out. My mom and I tried not to laugh but there eyes were just SO big and they were having a heart attack. The girl jumped up and went to ask the bus driver in broken English if this was the bus going to san Antonio…and when I say broken English, I mean BROKEN English. Whats funny is that the bus driver responded back in broken English. He explained that we would be going there after this break. So basically we caught the bus at the end of the line and had to wait for him to start over. Of course
Sept 25th
The next morning was overcast, since there was no rain yet, we got dressed and headed back into Venice. We were meting Michele at noon. I think we had a miracle occur because the heavy rain turned into beautiful clear blue skies. It was actually pretty hot outside. Haha. The sightseeing was a lot more organized with Michele. We walked around the city, had lunch and checked out the St. Pietro church. It was great to see Michele for more than a couple of hours. After the church, we walked back and caught the ferry back to the station. It was time for goodbyes, but you know after this being the third time I saw him in two years, really made this goodbye feel like a see you soon.
To avoid getting lost, my mom and I stuck around the train station, did more shopping and then headed back home. My mom fell asleep early so I just ended up watching Italian MTV. The hills, RJ Berger and Jersey shore.
Sept 26th
Traveling back to Roma…Ciao Venezia!
So again on like four hours of sleep, we wake up early for Venice. We’re on the train now and if it were for the two cracked out looking girls we’d have the cart to ourselves.
Weather forecast for the weekend: Heavy Rain. Cool.
Yesterday as my mom and I were walking home from our walk, I had no idea what time it was. No idea what time I left the house, no idea what time the sun sets. The past two weeks , wedding stuff excluded, I’ve been living on event time. I learned about this in my interpersonal class. I was living based on events and things I did rather than by a clock or set time. I know that every night we have dinner around 8 or 9 and everyone goes to bed around 11-12 and me a few hours later. When I wake up everyone is already up and have eaten breakfast and by the time I sit down to have coffee its 11am. We go out, wander around and once we are done, we head home and soon after its dinner time. Not once have I been like, “its 3 oclock, lets go here” Its all been free. I don’t even have a watch here and since I am without a phone, I’m not constantly checking it. It makes me realize how much time really goes by when you are busy. This kind of living is so different from my life back home because there everything is set and organized by times. Everything has to be planned, but here, I’m free.
I also just want to share how much I love Italy. When on the train you pass through a lot of country side which could easily be mistaken for any place but I feel like (although this may be a feeling and not a fact) that Italy maintains a beauty like no other. The green trees, the green mountains, the red tiled roofs, the bright colored homes, the yellow fields, yellow flowers. Its beautiful. It’s the country I’ve seen the most of, spent the most time in and the culture ive had to adapt to the most and I love it. Don’t get me wrong, there are things about Italy that I don’t necessarily like, but you’ve always got to accept the bad with the good.
Venice, Italy- Dark Alleys and lots of stairs.
Sept 24th.
Arriving in Venezia was an adventure- not as crazy as Florence but still on adventure. The hotel had very vague instructions as to how to get there from the train station. So with my broken Italian and lots of hand gestures, we eventually made it to our hotel. We were staying at Nice Hotel in Marghera. A city right by venice. The area at our hotel was really cool. It was near a huge market place. Our room was really cute too. Kind of small but we had a balcony and a cute chandlier. I was happy. We got in around five and then headed straight to Venice. Since the forecast was for heavy rain on Saturday I figured we head in and see it today since it was just overcast. We figure out the bus system and it drops us off at a stairway away from the island and of course it starts sprinkling. We get out our umbrellas and start to wander around. I didn’t think we had raveled that far but before I knew it we were at the main bridge. It was getting dark so my mom wanted to head back but I had no idea where we were. We asked three different people which basically got us more lost. Finally we asked one man and he told us to follow him. My mom and I were hesistant because it was dark and Venice by night-unless you are by the water it Is very dark. We followed him—not to closely through dark alleys and when it was time for us to go his way, he told us to follow signs to Ferrovia. So we did. 20 miles later (an exaggeration ) we ended up across the canal from the train station. We walk over to the buses and as soon as 6/ comes we get on it. He drives out of venice and at the next stop, he stops and turns off the bus. Everyone gets off except for us and these two Korean girls. Funny story about these girls, we met them earlier when we were lost and they asked me where Piazzale Roma is. I said I didn’t know but piazzale Roma is where the bus stop is!
So anyway the bus stops and for a second im like what the…but my worry was distracted by the two Korean girls freaking out. My mom and I tried not to laugh but there eyes were just SO big and they were having a heart attack. The girl jumped up and went to ask the bus driver in broken English if this was the bus going to san Antonio…and when I say broken English, I mean BROKEN English. Whats funny is that the bus driver responded back in broken English. He explained that we would be going there after this break. So basically we caught the bus at the end of the line and had to wait for him to start over. Of course
Sept 25th
The next morning was overcast, since there was no rain yet, we got dressed and headed back into Venice. We were meting Michele at noon. I think we had a miracle occur because the heavy rain turned into beautiful clear blue skies. It was actually pretty hot outside. Haha. The sightseeing was a lot more organized with Michele. We walked around the city, had lunch and checked out the St. Pietro church. It was great to see Michele for more than a couple of hours. After the church, we walked back and caught the ferry back to the station. It was time for goodbyes, but you know after this being the third time I saw him in two years, really made this goodbye feel like a see you soon.
To avoid getting lost, my mom and I stuck around the train station, did more shopping and then headed back home. My mom fell asleep early so I just ended up watching Italian MTV. The hills, RJ Berger and Jersey shore.
Sept 26th
Traveling back to Roma…Ciao Venezia!
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