Errrr…. Venice is so incredibly beautiful. My boyfriend Paul got us some flights for my chrimbo present and I thought the day would never arrive.
What a lovely weekend of red wine, pizza, prosecco, pasta and strolling along the water’s edge, stopping along the way for more food and booze. I actually can’t move properly right now. I am one big piece of carbohydrate. We definitely got into the “f*ck it, we’re on holiday!” mode asap; the tricky part now will be trying to snap out of it. Hoping my housemate will force feed me vegetables after my boozy blow out weekend. KALE. I need kale. Anything green will do.
We found our lovely apartment in an amazing location through Air B’n’B (we also used it for our trip to Amsterdam which was also brilliant and SO much better than a crappy hotel room). Totally recommend it. We met a lovely lady called Fulvia who gave us some Venetian cookies and wine on arrival, plus so many tips of where to eat and good local cheap places to eat. Although we didn’t get to sample the restaurant just below the flat which was a shame as apparently it was the place to go for Venetian cuisine. The apartment itself was the perfect size with a massive comfy bed with so many layers, felt like princess and the pea. It was kind of retro and we played CD’s on her old stereo which felt a bit weird but relaxing all the same.
She also showed us the wellies cupboard. She told us that “high tide” in Venice meant water and puddles everywhere and the salty water can ruin your shoes. And mine were new from Topshop so, no thank you. Luckily, we didn’t have to use them as after the first day of hiding under umbrellas (and being grumpy ‘cos of the rain) the sun shone for two days straight and the skies were clear and bright blue.
It was also the time of the Venice carnival so we saw about a million different elaborately designed masks and amazing fancy dress. Some of the effort that went into dressing up was very impressive and lovely to look at. Such a wonderful amount of history and culture on such a tiny island.
The other brilliant thing about Venice was how easy it was to get to the airport via the water taxi. A nice German couple gave us their boat tickets that they didn’t need so we hopped out the boat and fell asleep with the sun on our faces and shortly arrived at the airport after about half an hour. Lush.
Want to go back already. Makes such a relaxing holiday having no cars, only the soft sounds of the boat engines. Italy for the win. Rome next?