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March 20, 2009

Day 3 – Venice

Three short hours after we laid our heads on the pillows in the Paris hotel room the alarm woke us for our flight to Venice. We took a taxi this time because the Metro doesn’t operate at that time of day. We got there in plenty of time and did a lot of sitting and waiting. We were a little nervous about our “low cost airline” flight and the people at the gate didn’t seem to have a clue what was going on. But alas, after waiting and worrying for quite a long time, they announced it was time for us to board. We walked down the jetway and boarded a bus which drove us to the plane.

Once we were settled on the plane we forgot all our worries and fell asleep. Eric woke me as we were flying over the snow covered Alps. I’m so glad he woke up in time to see them. 10 more minutes and we would have missed it. Incredible. There are just no words. We will have to plan a trip to Switzerland at some point in our lives.

When we emerged on the other side of the mountains they announced that we would be landing shortly, so we pulled out the Italian phrase book and attempted to make ourselves familiar with another new language. In no time at all we were on the ground at the Venice airport, and after a few more minutes we were on the bus that would take us to the island.

I wasn’t quite prepared enough for our arrival. I knew that we had to find a train station that was supposed to be “5 minutes from the bus stop” so that we could purchase our ticket to Florence for the next day. But 5 minutes in which direction? We had no map and we encountered several Venetians who did not speak English before we found one who directed us with hand motions “over the bridge-ay and that way.” We hauled all our luggage up and over the bridge and up some more stairs to the station where we fought with the ticket machines and each other for a while before we finally emerged with a ticket that cost 20 euros more than it was supposed to because first class was all that was available. Oh well. We then hauled the luggage back down the stairs and stood in line for the wrong water bus to take us to the hotel. Fortunately Eric realized it was the wrong line before we boarded and we eventually got on the correct bus which brought us to the place where the hotel water shuttle would pick us up. We waited there for quite a while, freezing and tired and irritable. By the time the shuttle arrived, another couple showed up with more luggage than we had and about the same demeanor. The wife pulled out the camera and the husband said, “I’m not in the mood for pictures.” Apparently difficulties in getting to Venice are quite common.

We finally checked into the hotel about 4 hours after we landed at the Venice airport. But alas, they put us in a room with two single beds. I sat there in the room ready to collapse, cry, or something, while I waited for Eric to get the room issue sorted out. He came back with a key to a new room and access to the executive lounge for the inconvenience. The room in Venice was the most beautiful hotel room I’ve ever stayed in. It wasn’t huge, but it had a high wood ceiling with big wood beams and a lovely arched window with view of Venice. We decided at that point that the best idea was to have a shower and a nap.

A bit later in the afternoon we decided to attempt to see Venice. I was skeptical and prepared to hate it, because so far the experience had been less than pleasant. The hotel shuttle dropped us off at San Marco and we were greeted by hordes of tourists and merchants. We were cold and still tired and grumpy, but we proceeded anyway. We took some photos in the piazza near San Marco and then went in to see the church. On the way in, Eric missed a step and injured his foot pretty significantly. He said he was okay, but walked with a hobble out of the church.

san-marco

venice-canal1We made our way through the crowds and back into the tiny alleys of Venice. At the first small canal we encountered, my whole attitude changed. All of a sudden, the Venice of my dreams appeared. It was more beautiful than I ever imagined. The noise of the crowds disappeared and all I could hear was the cathedral bells echoing through the beautiful old buildings. We wandered through the tiny alleys, up and down the bridges and over the surprisingly green canals, and I fell head over heels in love with Venice. We found pastry shops, flower shops, and tiny little passages under buildings.

Unfortunately, Eric’s foot was getting worse. Pretty soon he wasn’t able to put weight on it at all. We stopped and had dinner at a little pizzeria hoping that some time off his feet would help. Sadly it didn’t, so we decided to call it a night. It was all he could do to get back to the shuttle. We went to bed that night, knowing that the rest of the trip we had planned would be pretty nearly impossible if he wasn’t able to walk. So we said goodnight and goodbye to Venice and fell asleep praying that God would take care of it all.

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3 Comments leave one →
  1. March 20, 2009 9:14 am

    Just wondering if you sang, “the hills are alive… with the sound of music” as you flew over the Alps? Your photos are beautiful… and we are praying!!!

  2. Debby Morton permalink
    March 20, 2009 11:08 am

    Oh no Kendra……I hope that Eric’s foot is okay after some rest. You write the most amazing blog of your trip it makes me feel like I am there as well……..maybe one day.

  3. March 20, 2009 11:54 am

    Oh no Kendra……I hope that Eric’s foot is okay after some rest. You write the most amazing blog of your trip it makes me feel like I am there as well……..maybe one day.
    P.S.: Forgot to say good post!

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