Venice

I've always wanted to go to Venice. It might be because we have a picture from Venice hanging in our bathroom that has always enchanted me. What would it be like to live in a city where the main form of transportation (at least by the locals) was by boat? Venice has been called many things, and as the setting for many murder mysteries has always been shrouded in untold secrets. It has been whispering promises in my tiny little ears ever since I first saw that picture. 

We arrived by train, and through trial and error, and asking people we eventually found our appartment. It was in a part if town that was right next to a couple colleges, and was less touristy than most areas. (Side note: what would it be like to go to college in Venice?!?)

Venice is a maze of tiny streets and canals, but wandering it was fascinating. I set off the second night to do some exploring on my own, and ran into all the cute things that happen. I witnessed a second floor window to window conversation between two older Italian ladies, I saw a girl calling up to her roommate for some item she had left, I saw boatmen mooring their boats and shop owners closing their shops. I wandered down tiny alleyways and alongside big canals. It was exactly what I wanted out of Venice. 

We saw various churches, with famous paintings, and wandered into a couple mini art museums. Venice should really be renamed "the city of bridges."

All in all it was an amazing experience.