Well this was my last weekend trip on my summer adventures (but not my last adventure, of course – there’s still many to go). We went to Venice, Italy: another place I get to check off my bucket list.
We had a big group for this trip: a small group of friends arrived two days before, my friend and I arrived mid afternoon Friday, and I arrived “hangry“. After our flight we had to take an hour long bus ride to the island during which I slept and recovered my energy and good attitude. When we arrived we had a bit of confusion about where we would meet and grab keys for the apartment: the group who had been there for two days wanted to catch a train and go to a beach but we had just arrived and wanted to drop our bags off. Missed phone calls, lost cellular connection, and the Italian heat caused us to miss the group and the keys. In result, my friend and I sat ourselves on the bank of the canal and had some gelato. We weren’t too disappointed about it, to be honest. We could carry our bags around and meet up with the group later.
A discovery we made watching the boats go by: that’s how you get around – boats. No cars, nothing. They have taxis but they were boats as well. This was very interesting for us.
We eventually made it back to the group and made it to the apartment around dinner time. We ate at a little local restaurant with some of the best pasta I’ve ever eaten.
To be honest, pizza and pasta were the only things I ate all weekend.
The next day the group divided and we had different plans: my friends and I had a hop on hop off tour of all the most popular areas on Venice. We took the boat to see the Piazza San Marco and Doge’s Palace,
Then to a small island called Lido where we took a trip to the beach.
We made it back to the apartment because we had a kayak tour of the city that night. While we were sitting around waiting to go, we suddenly realized we had to be there in 20 minutes. When we stepped out of the apartment 10 minutes later, our GPS showed it would take us 15 minutes to get there. We immediately took off and ran through the streets of Venice, determined to not miss our tour. Luckily we were the only ones on the tour so the guides waited for us and all was well. This tour ended up being the coolest thing I’ve ever done on a trip
We winded our way through tiny canals all over the city and made our way across the grand canal as well. I’ll always remember how everyone would have to yell “OYYYYYEEE” going around a corner so the other boats knew we were there. Our guides were super cool too (and also handsome, which was great) and we ended up hanging out with them after our tour: it was a little after 9pm when we finished our tour and they offered to give us a ride back to our apartment in their boat. It was the most surreal thing, riding around the city at night on a locals boat. The full moon out and a clear, beautiful night – or so it would seem.
Later after dinner, we decided to go walk to a cafe and grab a drink. We stayed for maybe 30 minutes and when we walked out it started to drizzle. We thought we’d hustle and get out of it or maybe it would pass..
At that moment the sky opened up and poured down rain. We had no idea which way to get back to the apartment so we started running every which direction, screaming, asking frantically where to go, trying to get the phones to work to get us back, all while getting soaked. At one point while we were running, I couldn’t help myself – I started to laugh. I laughed so hard I was almost doubled over while running. I thought how hysterical the situation was, how incredibly silly it was that we looked like drowned rats running through the city, and how amazing it was to see the city completely empty, lights flashing in the sky from the thunder, and just laugh at how life can work sometimes. It was a day I’ll never forget. I’ll smile every time I think about that time I kayaked through Venice, took a moonlit boat ride home on a Italians boat, and got caught in the rain coming home.
Today during the afternoon we made it back to Barcelona after we spent the morning in Venice eating breakfast and reminiscing on the weekend in Italy.
What an amazing place. What a trip. What a story.