Standard morning of hostel breakfast and a little laundry in the sink, with shampoo as a substitute for detergent - the lifestyle of a champion. I guess you can get used to anything, standards of cleanliness are definitely relative.
We took a waterbus to Saint Marks Square and stood in line for the basilica. Jenny couldn't go in because she is wearing shorts like an idiot, but Kel took a quick peek around at the ornate gold painted interior. We strolled around the famous square constantly dodging in fear of the gross pigeons dive bombing around us. Despite bird mania Saint Marks is a really amazing square, and it's vastness is a stark contrast in this city full of tiny winding alleys and canals.
After sufficient people watching, souvenir browsing, and bird dodging, we hopped on a waterbus to Burano, a nearby island famous for lace, seafood and it's colorfully painted buildings.
Just as we started to wonder why the heck we were on an hour long water bus, we pulled up to Burano. It was love at first sight (thanks for the recommendation Jill Puckett!). Every home is brightly colored, with clothes line drying, blooming flower boxes, and beaded doors. Kelly decided if she could make this her own island with everyone she loves in the bright quiet streets and homes, it would be perfect. There is almost a weird truman show-ness to the quaint oddity of the island. Known for their lace, we shopped all around for lace presents and more Murano glass knickknacks. Grocery store lunch and sunshine added to the perfect afternoon. As evening approached we hopped on a packed water bus back to Venice, where we sat on the floor with the little girls at their mothers feet (being grown up is over-rated). Back to the mainland (island?) we threw off jackets and set off to get cheap vino before happy hour ended. Our glass blowing friend in Murano explained that Venice is not a place of much nightlife, which was good for us since we had work to do. After a couple glasses of red and a some veggies it was back to casa Andre to get ripped off for Internet usage. It's time to book a flight home. In hopes of exploring every option to find our cheapest deal, we curled up at the computer prepared for a stressful couple hours...it's now or never.
We took a waterbus to Saint Marks Square and stood in line for the basilica. Jenny couldn't go in because she is wearing shorts like an idiot, but Kel took a quick peek around at the ornate gold painted interior. We strolled around the famous square constantly dodging in fear of the gross pigeons dive bombing around us. Despite bird mania Saint Marks is a really amazing square, and it's vastness is a stark contrast in this city full of tiny winding alleys and canals.
After sufficient people watching, souvenir browsing, and bird dodging, we hopped on a waterbus to Burano, a nearby island famous for lace, seafood and it's colorfully painted buildings.
Just as we started to wonder why the heck we were on an hour long water bus, we pulled up to Burano. It was love at first sight (thanks for the recommendation Jill Puckett!). Every home is brightly colored, with clothes line drying, blooming flower boxes, and beaded doors. Kelly decided if she could make this her own island with everyone she loves in the bright quiet streets and homes, it would be perfect. There is almost a weird truman show-ness to the quaint oddity of the island. Known for their lace, we shopped all around for lace presents and more Murano glass knickknacks. Grocery store lunch and sunshine added to the perfect afternoon. As evening approached we hopped on a packed water bus back to Venice, where we sat on the floor with the little girls at their mothers feet (being grown up is over-rated). Back to the mainland (island?) we threw off jackets and set off to get cheap vino before happy hour ended. Our glass blowing friend in Murano explained that Venice is not a place of much nightlife, which was good for us since we had work to do. After a couple glasses of red and a some veggies it was back to casa Andre to get ripped off for Internet usage. It's time to book a flight home. In hopes of exploring every option to find our cheapest deal, we curled up at the computer prepared for a stressful couple hours...it's now or never.
Saint Marks Square in the morning
Burano Streets :)
It's a colorful life
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