It only took me five years, but I finally got to return to the most beautiful fairytale destination on the planet, Venice, Italy. This place took my breath away when I travelled there in 2011, and from that very moment I knew it was somewhere I would add back on to my travel list to return to.
We booked a three night stay, landing on a Friday morning, and arriving into Venice in style via a shared water taxi. This is the way to do it people! It’s so much fun, hopping in the speed boat, and whizzing through the canals towards your hotel.
Disembarking, I’d forgotten just how easy it is to get lost in Venice. We turned the map every which way, we wandered down alleyways, we reconsulted the map, we got frustrated and impatient, and the vacation hadn’t even started! Eventually finding the hotel, and with our room not quite ready, we made two very important pit stops. The first was at Suso Gelato. Guys, listen up, I am not kidding, this is the best gelato you will ever eat. And this is coming from the girl who’s travelled to Italy nearly every year over the past decade. The second stop was an Aperol Spritz, because when in Italy and all that, and then our room was ready.
Changing outfits, because, Oh hey is this what summer feels like?, London had felt like it had skipped from Spring to Autumn, so feeling the sunshine was such a treat, and meant pulling out the most summery-Venice outfit from my bag.
In typical tourist style we head straight to Piazza San Marco and snap snap snapped photos. I spun around like a whirling dervish, for the sake of making a GIF for this post, pigeons flew around us, over us and almost into us, and I bugged some tourists to take photos of the two of us.
Then we turned towards one of the alleyways, to wander, which resulted in being lost about two minutes later, and walking round in round in circles, both secretly feeling like the other was the inferior map reader. That sh*t can drive you crazy in Venice! We’re used to walking a million miles an hour in London, knowing exactly where we’re going, and suddenly we were chasing our tail on a tiny island in Venice, only to keep arriving back where we started. And breeeaaathe.
Heading back to the hotel to change for dinner (‘heading back’ involved getting lost obvs), we started with pre-dinner drinks at the birthplace of the bellini, Harry’s Bar. Overpriced? Like you wouldn’t believe. Worth it? Yeah I think it’s a must-do just that once! We clinked glasses to our first full day in Venice, knocked back our bellini’s, and walked back into the labyrinth that is Venice on the search for gluten free pizza.
Venice, Day One, a maze of amazingness. To Be Continued….