Venice, 2nd instalment: the one with the napping and with the eating

Like I said, that Sunday morning, the alarm rang at 5 am. I cursed my life and my ancestors all the way to the monkey. It was freezing cold outside and the only warm and fuzzy thought in my brain was how I would so peacefully sleep on the ferry.

But…The boat was taken by various guides who decided to talk about Venice in various languages for three hours. And loud. In microphones. My anxiety kicked in from all that loud talking, I felt like screaming the entire time.

Boyfriend noticed my mood deteriorating minute by minute and the first second he got reception, he booked a hotel room in Venice for me to have a nap and not complain the whole day. It was a very expensive, one star shitty hotel near Piazza San Marco, the only one available on booking.com that wouldn’t get us out of pocket.

It took us half an hour to get there from the port and I hated every single bridge. I promised myself that next time I go to Venice I take no luggage with me. I will just buy there everything I need from a cheap shop like H&M and then leave everything behind. Carrying a bag in Venice is painful. On the bright side, the streets look pretty everywhere and this was the only thing keeping my chakras aligned and my mood on the positive part of the spectrum.

On top of everything, my nap was not successful. Our room was overlooking a canal and the gondoliers were shouting and singing and I just couldn’t understand their happiness. At least my anxiety lowered and all together, taking a break and having a lie in for an hour made a difference.

Finally, at 2 pm I was ready to face the world and take in more of Venice. We went out for lunch and drinks and we had a good time walking around, listening to the live music in Piazza San Marco and watching the Regata Storica di Venezia on the Grand Canal.

Gondolier in the cucina.

I tried the squid ink pasta. I didn’t like it much and the waitress told me off for not finishing it. I felt like in grandma’s kitchen

Tiramisu is my favourite dessert. This one was spectacular. For similar taste but in London, visit the Sea Containers Restaurant. Best Tiramisu in town! 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Absolutely by accident, we were in Venice during the Venice Film Festival and during the Regata Storica di Venezia. I didn’t spot any celebrities but watching colourful gondolas racing was beautiful. The colourful gondolas only come out on the water for this special occasion. The rest of the time you will only see black gondolas in Venice. And look at the colours of the buildings. Pictures were taken with my Iphone and no filter was applied. 

 

 

 

img_4967
Of course I was checking out the gondoliers. For cultural purposes, obviously. Here I am, busted by boyfriend.

The sun was warm and as the day passed, its light, almost orange, was falling in heavy veils over the old, decrepit buildings. I felt like walking in a painting and dreamt of living in a palazzo one day, spending my days eating pasta at the restaurants on the narrow back streets, sipping Bellini by the Grand Canal and in the evening, dressing up for the opera. It is a lifestyle that would suit me best, just doing nothing and then rest.

The truth is, considering the excessive number of hours  I spend napping and lounging, I think I might have been unconsciously training to live in Italy my entire life. Because if there is anything I excel at in this world, then it is definitely the dolce far niente.

 

And bye bye Italy!
Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s