Venice

Friday morning I woke up at 4:45am to make it to my early morning train to Venice. Getting up early sucks. By 9 I was off the train in St. Lucia station to face the crowd of umbrellaed tourists in the "pouring" rain. Apparently I was supposed to have an umbrella, at least that's what ever other person trying to sell me one thought. Sorry, but a little sprinkle doesn't merit the use of an umbrella, plus I'm from Seattle. We never use umbrellas. Ever.

I met up with Zak in Piazzale Roma and we proceeded to wander the streets of Venice amongst a million other tourists, immediately falling in love with the city. I still don't believe the city is real. It's too beautiful. Every person needs to visit Venice at least once, if not 100 times, in their life or they have waisted their time on earth. I already want to go back. In the early afternoon we caught a quick train to get off the island and meet Alex across the bridge at the Mestre station.

We created our own path, trying to save time (which ultimately took way longer than needed), running across freeways, climbing little grassy hills, and just generally getting lost on the way to our beloved home for the next two nights: Camp Jolly. We probably couldn't have dreamed of a better place to stay in Venice for only 10 Euro a night. Bunk beds inside canvas tents, garbage trucks at 5am, late night disco, pool - A dream. It was probably the highlight of our trip, aside from basically everything Venice has to offer. After checking in we headed back to the island to wander around, eat lots of gelato and pizza, visit some museums, and of course stop at H&M. Best store ever? Yes.

Saturday we spent doing basically the same thing: wandering, visiting museums, eating a lot of pizza and gelato, and taking a boat tour. It was amazing. We are all completely in love with Venice. I'd marry it.