Our stay in Venice was far too short, although it may not have been as disappointing as it was if the weather had been good. Once our walking tour was over, all we wanted to do was get home and warm. There wasn’t much drawing us to explore in the mist.
Venice was stunning and lived up to every cliché. I didn’t realise how extensive the canals and islands were: I had no idea there were that many! Our tour felt more like a guided exploration, but that was okay because it feels like that’s how it’s supposed to be done in Venice: that’s part of the essence of the city.
The best thing about Venice was the food. We stopped at an amazing little pizzeria (or something to that effect) that was run by 3 very cute young men, and where we paid €5 for the biggest slice of pizza ever, a can of coke, and 2 scoops of ice cream. The pizza was truly superb, the best pizza I’ve had in my whole life: thin base, and extremely cheesy. Then some genuine gelato: I got extra attention from the guys working at the café (“ooh, look at this one, she is beautiful”), and the one guy started giving me samples of all the different flavours. It was flattering, but eventually I decided on chocolate and vanilla with Nutella as my final two scoops. I ended up getting extra large scoops of ice cream, with the first one being about as big as most of the rest the groups’ whole ice cream. He even gave me an extra scoop of a vanilla with bits of orange and dark chocolate. Definitely the best dinner of the entire trip.
Our tour guide, Rozi Boutler got us purposefully lost on our way back to the bus, and when we got home, we South Africans got together in one of the rooms, (my room; Kirsten and I had 3 double beds to ourselves!) and played card games and scrabble with some Jagermeister the cost a third of what you would pay in South Africa.
It would have been nice to have explored a little more around Venice, but we got to experience it’s uniqueness and we had amazing Italian dinner, so it wasn’t too disappointing.