On Friday, September 8th we began our hellish trip to Venice. Let me start by saying that I had been to Venice one time, maybe back in 1999 or 2000, and I was not exactly looking forward to our return trip. I found it overcrowded and touristy. But, Chris had never been and he did not want to take my word for it. I really can’t blame him, either. I mean, we’re here in Italy, we’ve all seen images of Venice…he does need to see for himself.
From Vernazza we took a train to La Spezia, then to Bologna, then to Venice. Once in Venice we took a completely overcrowded boat (I’m still not sure how it stayed afloat) from the train station to the Piazza San Marco and battled our way through the massive crowds to the hotel we had called two days earlier (the Hotel Riva) only to discover that had not kept our reservation. Chris maintained a calm anger and we sat and watched as the woman at the front desk started calling hotels for us, looking up every so often and telling us how it is very crowded, no rooms, etc. To top things off, there were no seats on any trains leaving Venice that night. We actually passed people crying at the train station, stranded in Venice. Mayhem!
Anyway, after about 45 minutes, she finally found us a room at the Hotel Vivaldi at €300 a night!! I can tell you that was NOT in our travel budget! But, what could we do…things were going down hill fast. This was, according to her, the last room in Venice. At this point it felt like that to us, so we took it. And it was lovely. It was too expensive and too fancy, but a fun change of pace. It was right along the Grand Canal just a couple of blocks from the Piazza San Marco. We battled back across the crowds and checked in and headed straight for the rooftop garden for a glass of wine. This is the view from the roof of our hotel.
After finally calming down and unwinding a bit, we headed out to the Piazza San Marco and went up into the bell tower where we encountered beautiful views.
After taking in the view in all directions, we started walking around. I did enjoy this aspect of our whirlwind Venice trip — we were actually able to find quiet little streets and even got turned around a few times (not hard to do here).
We had a great dinner that night at the Osteria de Mascaron, despite having to share a small table with another couple who looked to be enjoying a nice meal together until we joined them. They were not speaking English, or Italian, Spanish, or French for that matter, so at least I wasn’t finding myself paying attention to their conversation. We started out with the antipasto misto, which consisted of squid fixed two ways, conch, a white fish, and grilled vegetables. For the main course we shared a delicious flat, wide, short pasta with crab and enjoyed a good white wine (house wine, of course) along with it.
After dinner we went to the Piazza San Marco again and sipped expensive coffee at Cafe Florian while listening to a quartet (accordion, piano, violin, and bass). Apparently Woody Allen has sipped coffee here. After coffee we got three gelatos — three, because my first one rolled right off the cone onto the ground. So sad…
Saturday we had a huge breakfast at the hotel (included, thank goodness) and then toured the Doge’s palace. It was very beautiful, though I’ll leave the history of this palace up to your own research. Chris is my historian. Here are a few shots from the palace.
After another cup of coffee, it was time to catch a train to Florence. Venice was crowded. It even felt a little like Disneyworld, not that I’ve been. I’m glad we went — at the very least I’m glad to have tested my first impression. I’m sure there is a much better way to do Venice, but we did not have the time to dedicate to this portion of the trip and I guess it suffered for it. I need someone to show me there’s more to Venice to this. I saw a few lovely sights, and I had some good food. I could have done without the stress, but…what are you gonna do? I did score lots of really nice shampoos, conditioners, soaps, stationery, and other Hotel Vivaldi goodies!