My time in Venice was extremely limited. I'd planned on having my first night in Italy to recover from my flight then two half days in Venice but, with the flight delays, I landed and had to head straight to catch my train from Milan to Venice with no rest. Arrived in Venice and lost a lot of time trying to find my Airbnb host (I left the station by the wrong exit and had no way of contacting him until I worked out there was another exit from the station and found a bar with wifi).
By the time everything got resolved, I was probably more exhausted than I'd been since giving birth and my feet had swollen up like balloons. I'd booked to do a ghost tour of Venice that night but realised, when I could barely make it from my room to the bathroom, that it wasn't going to happen. I was staying in Mestre which is the train station just before you get to the island of Venice and mentally I wasn't even coping with catching that train.
My host got home from work, took one look at me and make me a lovely dinner so I didn't have to leave the house then helped me plan an itinerary for the next day. I went to bed early and got up early the next day to hit the sights before catching my flight to Geneva.
My sister went to Venice about a year or so ago and hated it. I loved it. I spend most of the morning wandering down streets with not another tourist in sight,watching shops set up for the day and locals out walking their dogs.
Stopped for my morning coffee and then took an obligatory selfie on the Rialto Bridge.
I hit Piazza San Marco around lunch time as the sun got intense so didn't linger for long and found a quiet spot to have a limone granita since I can't eat much in the heat. Looking at my pictures now of the fantastic bakery treats, I regret not having a sample though.
Set off for more wandering. I'd wanted to check out the Peggy Guggenheim collection but figured I didn't have time to look for the gallery. Then I just happened to wander by and saw the sign. It's a fantastic collection in the building that was her own home.
I didn't ride a gondola because I figured, like Ferris wheels, they are better to look at than ride on. Also I hate boats.
When I finished my wandering for the day, I wanted to catch the vaporetto (water taxi) back to the station. These were big warning signs against getting on them without a ticket but no ticket machine or kiosk. Some people said you had to watch one of the little gondolas that go across the canal to the other side to buy tickets.
That was as scary as fuck. I have no balance and the driver man kept yelling at me. Then he had to row across, avoiding all the boats and gondolas going down the canal, with the little boat rocking like crazy. And you know those canals are not the cleanest water to fall into it. Got across and went to the ticket office only to find out that you can buy tickets on the vaporetto!
If you want to see all my Venice photos, check out my Venice album on google .