We slept great that night. Unfortunately mostly all 14 people in the room woke very early, thanks to boy whose alarms was going off for a solid five minuets. Finally, since he kept sleeping through it, I got out of bed and woke him, kindly asking him to turn it off.
We got up, got dressed and packed our backpacks while everyone else went back to sleep. We stored our packs in a room at the hostel after checking out, and went out to explore Venice once more.
We had mapped out our route for the day so that we would not miss anything. We hopped a boat to the main island, on our way to the first stop, “The Bridge of Sighs.” It is a very small, white bridge that sits high above a channel, connecting two buildings.
The story of the bridge is that it was the last thing that prisoners saw before they were locked away. The prisoners would sigh at the beauty of the bridge as they passed the window to their cell. Apparently, history says that the bridge was built after the time of the inquisition and would be almost impossible to have been seen by the prisoners, even if it was the right period in history.
After that, we headed to the “Rialto Bridge.” It is the oldest bridge that creates a pathway across the Grand Canal and divides San Marco and San Polo. While we were visiting, it was under a bit of construction and one side was not visible to the public.
Along the canal, we grabbed breakfast to go. We got pre-made, pizza to go. I kid you not, it was the best tasting pizza I had while in Italy.
As we ate and walked, we came across a free museum. The building was enormous, and when we entered we walk up a giant stairway to the small exhibit. There were several art pieces being showcased. I was mostly mesmerized by the old books within the library.
We got a little lost on your way to the next destination. This, however, turned out to be a good thing. We stumbled upon an antique shop hidden down an ally in the back streets of Venice. In the actual ally next to the shop were lots of random objects left out to the elements. I found a very old, plain white mask that covered the top half of the face, with a black ribbon to tie it on. It was only €5.00 and the perfect souvenir.
After a while we remembered we had written down what stop we needed to get to. So we climbed aboard a bus/boat and headed there.
While aboard, there were two dogs sitting next to us. Of course, I had to ask to pet them and got to talking with the owners. While I pet the dogs, the women told me of how the smaller dog was a therapy dog that she took to hospitals to help with psychology patients. It turns out that the man and women, an older couple in their 60’s, were backpacking with their dogs. There are from Wales and were very surprised that I knew of the country. Though, I had previously been to Wales.
Eventually we arrived at out next stop and I wished the couple safe travels.
We had finally made it to the spot to take a gondola ride.
So here is the deal… A ride in a gondola is ridiculously expensive, and in my opinion it is just not worth the €80.00. However, if you make your way to the Trighetto, you can take a very quick ride in a gondola for €2.00. It takes you right across the channel and you get an experience on a gondola, however short.
We waited for it to pull up and for the people to get off. Then we walked onto the deck and gave the man the €2.00 as we took a seat. Two older people joined us for the ride.
The boat was painted black with a rower on each end. They turned the boat around and brought us straight across the channel.
The ride took about two minuets, but the point of it was to ride a gondola in Venice. Of course, we made jokes about the ride for the rest of the day, but we could not help but be happy about it.
On the other side of the channel now, we continued walking through the streets. We came upon one of the buildings we were at yesterday but this time it was open. Turns out it was a beautiful church.
After sitting outside and enjoying the boats passing back and forth on the channel, we decided it was time to get our packs from the hostel and get ready to hit our next stop.
We spent some time in the hostel, mapping out our next destination. After some time, we decided to get lunch. A few doors down from the hostel was a pizza place. We sat at a table along the river and ordered pizza and soda.
Pizza in Italy is extremely cheap. And when you order it, it normally comes as a full, personal pizza. It comes uncut and you are expected to eat it with a fork and knife.
After lunch, we got a bit turned around when searching for our bus/boat to get to our Megabus. We eventually asked a few people and ended up being pointed in the right direction. Turns out we were just one stop away.
When we made it to the bus stop we had a couple of hours to kill. Better arrive early than late. We actually ended up giving other people directions to Venice.
I walked around the “station” and came upon a small flea market in the back of the building. I found a gift for my mom there and filled my water.
On the way back I ended up running into one of the girls we gave directions too and we got to talking. She is a solo traveler from the Philippines and was trying to get to Venice. However, she decided not to because she could not afford the bus/boat ticket.
Since my bus/boat still had today and tomorrow left for use, I gave her mine so that she could see the city. I showed her how to use the bus system and she was very happy as we said our goodbyes. I did not catch her name, I could not understand how she had pronounced it in her accent.
I went back to the bus stop and traded spots with Jamie, so she could explore while I watched our belongings. I spoke to some travelers from Tennessee while waiting and traded stories.
Finally our bus came and we got in line to board to make our way to Naples and Sorrento.
Overall, Venice is like a fairy tale and I would not hesitate to return.