Sunshine Gypsies :: A Day in Venice

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What to do when you find yourself two hours drive from Venice? It’s half way to your next stop, in Croatia. Do you miss it? You’ll have to train in. Or catch a boat. It might be expensive. It’ll certainly be expensive. Forget it?

We haven’t splurged a lot on this trip. But Venice felt necessary.

We found a AirBnB on the mainland, close by, so had a taste of suburban Italy for one night. The next morning, we caught a train over the water to Venice. Turns out that rushing to buy tickets before getting on the train is pointless unless you read the ridiculously small fine print which says you also have to get them stamped on the platform. One relatively modest fine later…

We were in Venice.

Thankfully, my husband has an excellent nose for direction. Armed with a fold out map, and a bit of luck, we chose to cross the first bridge, and amble towards San Marco. What a good decision. The crowds from the ferry and the station ambled the other direction.

With a passage almost tourist free {except for us of course}, amble we did, through colourful lane ways, over bridges, and into a glorious little wine/coffee/local food stop, La Bottiglia.

We spent almost an hour in just one piazza, drinking, eating gelato, and buying a particularly small and wonderful person in our family a present for her birthday next week.

After popping by a few churches, so Elka could pray, and take photos of the artwork with my phone, we found ourselves in the grandiose square of San Marco.

A million tourists with selfie sticks. A million smelly pigeons. A line as long as Venice waiting to see the ancient horses. A couple of kids completely overwhelmed with the stimulation.

We took ourselves to the harbour, hung our legs over the edge, and ate apples in the sunshine.

The littlest sunshine human took a nap on Husband’s back, while we ambled back, getting as far from the hustly bustle as we could get.

The one with the nose for direction, and a map and some luck found us a perfect piazza to spend the afternoon. Children played around us. Adults flew kites. Everyone spoke Italian. This was Venice, enjoying its sunny afternoon.

And later, we found an even more atmospheric piazza, where children did handstands, and rollerbladed together holding a rope. Kids threw balls and danced. There was a food co op. And of course plenty of places for locals to sip afternoon beverages while the kids played in the wonderful carless, sun-filled square.

Our girls joined in with the handstands and the dancing.

It was getting dark, as we took a train back to mainland. We were careful to ensure our tickets were stamped by the conductor. The girls chatted merrily on the trip back, entertaining the friendly commuters with their banter.

Two small girls and ten hours in Venice could have gone horribly wrong. But it turned out to be one of our favourite days this year…

  • Beautiful! I adore Venice! Would love to take my girls there. You all look so happy Zanni! What wonderful memories you are making. Elisa xx

  • So beautiful, I think that those spur of the moment side trips often end up being the most memorable parts of our journeys.

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