Onto Italy We Go!
Because the last post was uneventful and non-traumatic for everyone except me, I'm going to try to stop boring all of you. The next day we woke up and had breakfast with no news of my bag. It was substantially colder and all I had was a pair of leggings, so we went shopping. In the process of shopping, they found my bag (!!!), but I still bought a new outfit, or three, anyway.
Ireland was great and relaxing and as fun as it always is, but you guys don't care about that part. Let's get onto Italy! Our first stop of the week was Venice. We arrived super early at the airport in case of (not so) random security screenings, but we both got through quickly! With about two hours to spare. So, we did what any normal people on holiday would do!
About 30 minutes later, we found out the flight to Venice had also been delayed - which meant we went to the Aer Lingus lounge for "Free" snacks and drinks! I ate so many cheese and crackers it's not even funny. I even took some tiny Diet Cokes to save in my bag for the journey. More on that later.
By the time we landed in Venice, my sickness was in full swing and I was real excited to carry luggage across a city. Special shout out to my mister for lugging my medium-sized (it wasn't even the big one!) suitcase up and down bridges with minimal complaining.
Prash was the one with goals on this trip. His main goal, you ask? To eat at least 1 pizza every single day. I could tell you now whether or not he succeeded, but that would ruin the fun, wouldn't it? We went to a restaurant around the corner from our AirBnB. I was focused on getting wine when Prash exclaims, "Oh, man! I'm having horse pizza!". Yes, folks, you read that right. Horse. Pizza.
Muro Venezia Frari made him a pizza with tomato, feta, and frayed horse meat. Call me crazy for sticking to gnocchi. I don't enjoy eating cute animals, but I promised that I would taste whatever weird things he decided to get. In regards to that pizza, to quote him, "If you ate this, and you didn't know you were eating horse...you would know you were eating horse." It tastes like a stable, and I'm not even exaggerating. I went to bed with that taste still in my mouth, even after brushing my teeth. We both agreed, no more horses.
This is a case where hindsight is 20/20, but I especially loved Venice at night and didn't really know why until right now. Because there are NO PEOPLE. Being in a city that is almost empty gives you a chance to actually appreciate it for what it is without dodging selfie sticks every 10 steps. I'll let the photos speak for themselves.
We found a nice pizza place near the Jewish Ghetto (don't worry, we didn't eat another pizza that night) where we had more wine and people watched. Prash was really just eyeing the sandwiches in the window across the street...so much so that when we got home he said, "Tomorrow, giant sandwiches and magnum bars"...and that's how the plan for the next day was made.
Until next time!
Ireland was great and relaxing and as fun as it always is, but you guys don't care about that part. Let's get onto Italy! Our first stop of the week was Venice. We arrived super early at the airport in case of (not so) random security screenings, but we both got through quickly! With about two hours to spare. So, we did what any normal people on holiday would do! About 30 minutes later, we found out the flight to Venice had also been delayed - which meant we went to the Aer Lingus lounge for "Free" snacks and drinks! I ate so many cheese and crackers it's not even funny. I even took some tiny Diet Cokes to save in my bag for the journey. More on that later.
By the time we landed in Venice, my sickness was in full swing and I was real excited to carry luggage across a city. Special shout out to my mister for lugging my medium-sized (it wasn't even the big one!) suitcase up and down bridges with minimal complaining.
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Muro Venezia Frari made him a pizza with tomato, feta, and frayed horse meat. Call me crazy for sticking to gnocchi. I don't enjoy eating cute animals, but I promised that I would taste whatever weird things he decided to get. In regards to that pizza, to quote him, "If you ate this, and you didn't know you were eating horse...you would know you were eating horse." It tastes like a stable, and I'm not even exaggerating. I went to bed with that taste still in my mouth, even after brushing my teeth. We both agreed, no more horses.
After dinner, we explored the town in search of dessert...and/or wine. Come on, it's Italy. We quickly found that cities often look much better at night. It was cold, but having a fever came in handy with making me not notice.
This is a case where hindsight is 20/20, but I especially loved Venice at night and didn't really know why until right now. Because there are NO PEOPLE. Being in a city that is almost empty gives you a chance to actually appreciate it for what it is without dodging selfie sticks every 10 steps. I'll let the photos speak for themselves.
We found a nice pizza place near the Jewish Ghetto (don't worry, we didn't eat another pizza that night) where we had more wine and people watched. Prash was really just eyeing the sandwiches in the window across the street...so much so that when we got home he said, "Tomorrow, giant sandwiches and magnum bars"...and that's how the plan for the next day was made.
Until next time!
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