Pigeons, Pizza, & Selfie Sticks
Hello. It's me. I was wondering if after all these...days you wanted to know what happened next? You did?! Awesome, here goes.
So, I lied in my last post. I need to remind you all I was SUPER sick, especially in Venice, and got all of my days mixed up. There were no sandwiches and homemade Magnum Bars today. Sorry to disappoint you.
There is only one thing I wish I would have known before choosing to spend 2 full days in Venice. You can't cross a bridge without either being offered a selfie stick, or dodging selfie sticks. There are a lot of bridges in Venice. It kind of sucked because you could find an amazing view, but instead of being able to see it, you just saw people waving around sticks. So, if you're planning a trip, know what you're in for.
We started our morning at the Gallerie Dell'Academia! I read about it in a book, didn't really know what I was in for. It's a lot of religious paintings, which were really cool and very detailed. Prash and I picked our favorites:
This guy was Prash's favorite. We still aren't really sure what he did, but his name is Saint Sebastian and he was really popular! According to Wikipedia, Christian belief dictates that he was killed during the Emperor Diocletian's persecution of the Christians. Prash and I stayed in a hotel in Diocletian's Palace in Croatia, and very much enjoyed ourselves. So, there's your two degrees of separation.
Now onto my favorite. It's, in my opinion, far better. Now, I'm going to look it up and tell you all about what this is, but I am looking for opinions on what exactly is happening here (Shout out to St. Sebastian with the photobomb). Prash argues that this guy is touching a wound. I argue that this guy is just pressing a testicle because he's real proud of them. Thoughts?
Also, I can't find anything about him on the internet. I googled "Religious art man with leg wound" and it just gave me a bunch of actual men with really gnarly leg wounds...so...that's where we are with this one. EDIT: Prash came through. He's Saint Roch, patron saint of dogs, bachelors and falsely accused people, and it is supposed to be a plague wound...but it doesn't look like it.
After the Gallerie, we went to a cafe right outside for pizza and prosecco with some pigeons and a view of the Grand Canal. Which means! (drum roll please!) Prash was 2/2 with pizza every day!
A big thing on this trip was just standing outside of cool places instead of going in because the lines are insane. That being said, our first stop was Saint Mark's Basilica! You guys, I can't even begin to describe the amount of both pigeons and selfie sticks in and around this square. You know in that Ashton Kutcher movie, Just Married, when they go to St. Mark's and he's swatting at the pigeons? If you don't, here's a picture. That is real life. I kid you not, a pigeon flew into my head. I immediately thought I had the Bird Flu, but don't worry! I pulled through.
After St. Mark's, we wandered, albeit accidentally, onto the Bridge of Sighs. Rumor has it that prisoners would walk across that bridge on the way to be executed. You can see all of the people on the other side taking pictures. Pretty glad they didn't figure out there was another bridge! After that, we walked some more, because I was on a mission to find Per Rialto! Prash thought I didn't know where I was going because I wouldn't let him use his phone. He just didn't read all of the signs I was following at every corner.
We had Happy Hour with a view of the bridge, it was sunny and delightful. However, the Mancub needed gelato.
On the way to gelato, we found fish pedicures! I got real excited about it and he was kind enough to go with me. You can see it here. It felt just like bubbles and jets on your feet. Prash couldn't look at them, I couldn't look away. Literally, the only thing running through my mind was what would happen if one swam in between my toes and I panicked and accidentally squished it, then I would be the girl who killed the pedicure fish! Luckily, that didn't happen.
After the pedicure, we went home to rest before dinner. Then it was discovered that I had a fever. Prash made me get in bed while he went out to get medicine. He was gone for a really long time and all I thought about the whole time was the Amanda Knox documentary I watched. I was about 100% sure a crazy person would come into the house and kill me while he was gone. Luckily, that also didn't happen. He also didn't find me any medicine because everywhere was closed, but he did run around the entire city. The man doesn't run, that's real love right there.
He tried to convince me to stay in bed and he would go pick up food, but I was not having that. My medicine kicked in and I was feeling better. So, we went to a restaurant around the corner that looked really cool! We went to Caffe dei Frari o Toppo, and in my defense, they serve food during the day. However, at night, it's just a cocktail bar. I told Prash we could go to an actual restaurant since I promised to eat and then go straight home, but it was just so cool he wanted to stay. The railings/bar are all original from 1890. I could be making that number up, but I swear that's what the bartender told someone. If I could easily go back here, I totally would.
We did actually go to dinner and it was, according to Prash, the second best meal he had in Italy. I don't remember what I ate, but it was something at Trattoria Da Silvio. I was really just stoked because I found NyQuil in my purse. Needless to say, I passed out just about as soon as we got home. Day 1 was a success!
So, I lied in my last post. I need to remind you all I was SUPER sick, especially in Venice, and got all of my days mixed up. There were no sandwiches and homemade Magnum Bars today. Sorry to disappoint you.
There is only one thing I wish I would have known before choosing to spend 2 full days in Venice. You can't cross a bridge without either being offered a selfie stick, or dodging selfie sticks. There are a lot of bridges in Venice. It kind of sucked because you could find an amazing view, but instead of being able to see it, you just saw people waving around sticks. So, if you're planning a trip, know what you're in for.
We started our morning at the Gallerie Dell'Academia! I read about it in a book, didn't really know what I was in for. It's a lot of religious paintings, which were really cool and very detailed. Prash and I picked our favorites: This guy was Prash's favorite. We still aren't really sure what he did, but his name is Saint Sebastian and he was really popular! According to Wikipedia, Christian belief dictates that he was killed during the Emperor Diocletian's persecution of the Christians. Prash and I stayed in a hotel in Diocletian's Palace in Croatia, and very much enjoyed ourselves. So, there's your two degrees of separation.
Now onto my favorite. It's, in my opinion, far better. Now, I'm going to look it up and tell you all about what this is, but I am looking for opinions on what exactly is happening here (Shout out to St. Sebastian with the photobomb). Prash argues that this guy is touching a wound. I argue that this guy is just pressing a testicle because he's real proud of them. Thoughts?Also, I can't find anything about him on the internet. I googled "Religious art man with leg wound" and it just gave me a bunch of actual men with really gnarly leg wounds...so...that's where we are with this one. EDIT: Prash came through. He's Saint Roch, patron saint of dogs, bachelors and falsely accused people, and it is supposed to be a plague wound...but it doesn't look like it.
After the Gallerie, we went to a cafe right outside for pizza and prosecco with some pigeons and a view of the Grand Canal. Which means! (drum roll please!) Prash was 2/2 with pizza every day!
A big thing on this trip was just standing outside of cool places instead of going in because the lines are insane. That being said, our first stop was Saint Mark's Basilica! You guys, I can't even begin to describe the amount of both pigeons and selfie sticks in and around this square. You know in that Ashton Kutcher movie, Just Married, when they go to St. Mark's and he's swatting at the pigeons? If you don't, here's a picture. That is real life. I kid you not, a pigeon flew into my head. I immediately thought I had the Bird Flu, but don't worry! I pulled through.
After St. Mark's, we wandered, albeit accidentally, onto the Bridge of Sighs. Rumor has it that prisoners would walk across that bridge on the way to be executed. You can see all of the people on the other side taking pictures. Pretty glad they didn't figure out there was another bridge! After that, we walked some more, because I was on a mission to find Per Rialto! Prash thought I didn't know where I was going because I wouldn't let him use his phone. He just didn't read all of the signs I was following at every corner.
We had Happy Hour with a view of the bridge, it was sunny and delightful. However, the Mancub needed gelato.
On the way to gelato, we found fish pedicures! I got real excited about it and he was kind enough to go with me. You can see it here. It felt just like bubbles and jets on your feet. Prash couldn't look at them, I couldn't look away. Literally, the only thing running through my mind was what would happen if one swam in between my toes and I panicked and accidentally squished it, then I would be the girl who killed the pedicure fish! Luckily, that didn't happen.
After the pedicure, we went home to rest before dinner. Then it was discovered that I had a fever. Prash made me get in bed while he went out to get medicine. He was gone for a really long time and all I thought about the whole time was the Amanda Knox documentary I watched. I was about 100% sure a crazy person would come into the house and kill me while he was gone. Luckily, that also didn't happen. He also didn't find me any medicine because everywhere was closed, but he did run around the entire city. The man doesn't run, that's real love right there.
He tried to convince me to stay in bed and he would go pick up food, but I was not having that. My medicine kicked in and I was feeling better. So, we went to a restaurant around the corner that looked really cool! We went to Caffe dei Frari o Toppo, and in my defense, they serve food during the day. However, at night, it's just a cocktail bar. I told Prash we could go to an actual restaurant since I promised to eat and then go straight home, but it was just so cool he wanted to stay. The railings/bar are all original from 1890. I could be making that number up, but I swear that's what the bartender told someone. If I could easily go back here, I totally would.We did actually go to dinner and it was, according to Prash, the second best meal he had in Italy. I don't remember what I ate, but it was something at Trattoria Da Silvio. I was really just stoked because I found NyQuil in my purse. Needless to say, I passed out just about as soon as we got home. Day 1 was a success!
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