Lost and Found

The tour of Italy continues, today in Venice! I love Venice. Probably the most romanticized city in literature. (besides London, perhaps) I can't help but get excited to see for myself where some of my favorite stories took place.

Waking up reasonably early (for those on vacation at least) we started out the day by attending a church service at St. Mark's Basilica. The inside of the church was gorgeous, and of course the music from the choir was amazing.

Walking along the shore front you could see a good ways out

We thought about gondola rides, but they're expensive

After refreshing our spiritual selves, we heeded the calls of our physical bodies and looked for a good place to eat lunch. As Venice is practically swimming in fresh seafood, we didn't have to look long before finding a restaurant offering us all the best tastes of Italy. I normally try not to talk about food- but the spaghetti I got with muscles and shrimp was AMAZING. Everything was so fresh!

Doesn't that look tasty?

Through the afternoon we wandered along the waterfront simply enjoying being near the ocean. When the sun finally proved too oppressive we turned inwards towards the city choosing alleyways to wander down on whims, only getting seriously lost once (so fine maybe not all the alleyways end up connecting, but a lot of them do)

Hiding from the sun by crouching near stair railings proved to be ineffective

More artistic laundry I believe can not be found

We ended up here... Now if only we knew how to get back

To finish off the tour of Italy we stopped at a Pizzeria for dinner. (It's like a requirement, right, to get pizza while in Italy?) Although people always say how pizza in Italy is so different from American pizza, I personally didn't find that many differences. Maybe the crush was a bit thinner, but really the only difference I saw was that people all got their own pizzas instead of getting one larger pizza to share.

We're not lost, I promise...

Wonder what time it is.. A bit difficult to read

If we had visited the top first we likely wouldn't have gotten lost

What was really different, however, were the cannoli. After wracking our brains trying to come up with a suitably Italian dessert, we landed on cannoli. But the ones I've had in America were much lighter (from the crust to the filling) than the ones we found in Venice. Either cannolis get changed drastically by their journey across the Atlantic or we were in the wrong part of Italy for cannoli. Luckily, their lemon gelato tastes wonderful. I think I may be addicted.

Eating dessert as the sun sets. Can't get much better.

I stand corrected. This is better. ;)