I know, I promised you some time ago we were heading to a new city. I apologize if you feel you’ve had to ask “Are we there yet?” one too many times, but now we are!
After a whirlwind of a few days in Florence, we hopped on a train heading north to Venice.
I was once again unsure of what to expect, aside from water and gondolas. My first impressions from stepping off the train into a water taxi were that Venice seemed bright, lively, and beautiful.
We moseyed for a minute around our hotel looking for food, but all I got was a taste for the city.
And we weren’t even in the heart of it, yet. Our hotel was across from the main island, so we ended up taking a complimentary shuttle boat over there to find some grub.
Throw that Focaccia Porchetta Funghi Formaggio sandwich in a panini press and voila–lunch is served.
I’m pretty sure my little adventuring heart would’ve been perfectly content to wander the entire premises of the island for the whole two-ish days we were there, with no agenda other than to soak it all in.
Stumbling on little alleys of water tucked between rows of buildings.
Tall, intricately designed structures of all colors that seem to exude character and confidence, somehow piquing your curiosity.
But certainly, there were sites to be seen and explored, as well.
Though we had just tackled a palazzo the day before, we took on another one our first day here: The Palazzo Ducale [Doge’s Palace].
This place was no joke, and neither was the business that took place here, once upon a time. There is more history hidden in these walls than you might think, but to spare you a lesson in something I’m certainly no expert on, let’s just say this space was a true symbol of political power, filled with people who dedicated themselves to governing with justice and keeping the peace.
One of the most surreal experiences was having the opportunity to walk through/over the “Bridge of Sighs”. As the story goes, criminals being carried off to prison after receiving their conviction in the palace had their one last look at Venice–and freedom–as they crossed the bridge to their fate, heaving a heavy sigh.
A little bit of rest gave us energy to mingle more meandering with finding a dinner spot.
And just like that, our first day in Venezia came to an end.