When I stepped off of (and in some ways on to) the train this morning, I ventured into the unexpected. Venice was a mystery. My side-reading had never involved it like it had with the Medicis in Florence. My history studies had never touched on it. I knew very little about it other than what I’d seen in “The Italian Job” with the very cool canals.
The first thing you see when you walk out of the train station is the grand canal. Grand barely describes it. Expansive, glittering, crowded, or perhaps even aquamarine would fit better. Grand just doesn’t go far enough. I got out of the station and got a 24hr ferry ticket so that I could use the ferries as much as I wanted. My first stop was the Gallerie dell’ Accademia, which I’d read was in the center of a bunch of the stops I wanted to see. I walked from there over to a quaint (yes, that adjective does do the job) church called Santo Stefano and had lunch in it’s campo at a little cafe literally called “Le Cafe.” I toured the church after lunch. There wasn’t a ton of material (at least compared to the Vatican — yeah, I know, a habit I’ll need to break quickly), but the roof design was awesome. I’m definitely not one who should describe it, but it had three rounded-tiers of its vaulted ceiling. See for yourself:
After I left there I tried to get to my favorite church of the entire weekend: Santa Maria della Salute. With two guidebooks that each had built-in maps, you’d think I could walk a simple 8 blocks and get there, right? Nope, six right turns later and I was lost and back at the Gallerie dell’ Accademia. So, I used my ferry ticket and went two stops down to find another church, San Giorgio Maggiore, which was across the water on an island. This was the point which convinced me that Venice is a city for Jesus: you have to be able to walk on water to get around it efficiently. Even living there doesn’t guarantee it’s easy to get around since having a boat means not only that you have to live on the water or have a garage to park it, but that if you go anywhere the person or place you’re seeing can’t have one parked there already. It’s gorgeous, but so difficult to navigate!
The inside of San Giorgio Maggiore is white marble – a nice look. It’s sad to always equate these things with pop culture, but the layout reminded me a lot of the castle in Shrek where Fiona and Farquat were getting married. After looking at a bunch in there I went up the Campanile and saw some great views of the city. The views were great but it was freezing (water+heights=windy) and I almost permanently lost my hearing when the bells 10 feet above my head started going off for the turn of the hour. I’d like to say I’ll always plan differently in the future, but I don’t plan well enough to always prevent that!
After that I came to the hostel, which is an experience I’m going to have to write on at the end of the weekend; it’s not looking promising.