After a smooth Ryan Air flight, I arrived in Venice this afternoon! The relative ease of the first half of my journey (almost) balanced out the second part. After the bus from Venice Trevisio airport, I asked the tourist center if they knew where my hostel was. It turns out that "Santa Croce" is a neighborhood, and not a street name like they gave me on the hostel conformation. So I wandered around Venice with my luggage for about two hours trying to find the damn hostel. One kind Venetian man saw me (clearly I looked lost, I had my map out and was trying to find a street or canal sign) and said a bunch of stuff in Italian. Luckily I heard a word that sounded like "perdre" which is French for lost, so I said SI! I used my phrasebook and a combination of French and English and he kept asking other Venetians passing by if they knew my hostel. Sadly none of them did, but someone directed me to a hotel where I got directions. So grazie to you my first Venetian friend. The hostel was not well marked at all, and I had gone super far out of my way. It turned out to be only a few minutes from where the bus dropped me off. At least I saw a lot of Venice! It was a major pain in the bum going over all those stone bridges with my bag. But at least I got my workout in! I felt kind of beat up like Indiana Jones in this clip, but I couldn't help but think, "Ah, Venice" as I wandered the streets.
Here are a few quick pics of my day:
My hostel is to the left of that red building. The door is in a corner, and there is no sign. The business student in me wants them to advertise/market better.
View when I walk out of the hostel!
GONDOLASSSSSSSS
I think Dad and Uncle Bruce need one of these water taxis....
Inside the church across the canal from my hostel
Terrifying fake altar boy.
Gondolier in action!
Ciao,
Allison
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