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Bologna |
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Bologna |
After returning from Greece I spent a few more days in Bologna, Italy with my travel buddy before heading back to Prague. As I mentioned in Part I, the city was completely transformed in my eyes without snow obscuring the scene. Some things were more beautiful while others had been softened and romanticized thanks to the fluffy whiteness. It certainly felt more Mediterranean this time!
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Graffiti in Bologna |
I spent a good amount of this time sitting at home, working on final essays, though, while my travel buddy went to his final exams, so I didn't explore the city as much as I could have. I hope to have the chance to go again sometime to see St. Luca and other peripheral sights.
We had been able to take a day trip to Florence in the winter, and wanted to take a day trip to Rome or Venice this time. Rome proved to be far more expensive, so we got cheap round-trip tickets to Venice and got up early Saturday to head to the floating city.
We arrived midday and decided to take the last train back that evening around midnight. This meant we had a good number of hours to meander through the tiny streets, taking in the sights, sounds, and smells. It was a perfect, cloudless, sundress-wearing day.
I had visited Venice with Girl Scouts on our trip in 2005, and had expected to be blown away but found it overwhelming, smelly, crowded, and unpleasant - not least because by then my travel companions and I were beginning to tire of one another as well, I think, and had different ideas about what we wanted from out trip.

I was very much looking forward to a day trip with my favorite travel companion to realign Venice with my original high-expectations, and this time I was not disappointed.
We chose, as always, to keep things inexpensive, bringing along sandwiches we'd made at home (thanks mom and dad for teaching me that early on), and sticking to walking to explore rather than spending an exorbitant amount on the boats traversing the waterways.
While there were numerous times during the day when we wanted to reconsider this decision, tempted by the plethora of gondolas, we managed to stick to our instincts and stay on our feet. In fact, eleven hours later when we boarded the train back, I'd only spent money on one gelato and one calzone, plus the 12 euro round trip train. Venice is probably the cheapest trip I've taken this year! It can be done!


What can I even say about Venice? It's like no city I've ever been to, thanks to the lack of cars and the hundreds - or thousands, probably - of boats and waterways. The alleys twist and turn, inviting you to get lost and not care (hard for a cartophile* like myself), and sometimes bringing you to a sudden drop-off into the water, or a dead end in a tiny courtyard, or, if you're lucky, to your desired destination.
My travel buddy and I are both photoholics, so we spent a good deal of time just snapping one picture after another, which, in hindsight, look like similar scenes but at the time each one seemed new and different from the last - a gondola ride, eves hanging over the water, the narrow alleys with clothes hanging from balconies, the piazzas, and, of course, the water all around.

I had the same map I'd taken in 2005, with my notes from that time, so I enjoyed being able to retrace my steps. I even rediscovered the street where our hostel had been, though there was no sign of the hostel from what I could see - our outbreak of bedbugs and the lack of services at the time meant that I wasn't really surprised by it's absence.

I also found the mask shop where I bought my Venetian mask, but it had changed quite a bit in 7 years and I saw no sign of the old man and old woman who had worked there then, who had shared their stories about learning to make the masks, and how they were made, and about their long, long years together as owners and artisans in that shop.

We found a different shop this time, though, and enjoyed trying on the masks there, where the craftsman even gave us his black cape to intensify the effect of the masks, and I enjoyed being able to speak with him in Italian about the stories behind the masks as well.

We passed by the Rialto, checked out a museum of musical instruments which were incredible and unique, traversed multiple lovely piazzas, passed through a few markets, found our way to St. Mark's and the Bridge of Sighs, by the Academy, and basically went wherever our feet took us.

It was a relaxed day for the most part, and since it was May the crowds were only just beginning to grow, unlike the trip in late June 2005 when I could hardly see the streets, as in Florence. This time we had streets to ourselves at times, and were able to move without constantly running into people or feeling the need to follow the flow in order to simply get anywhere.


I am incredibly happy to have had the chance to go back this second time and appreciate the city more. I hope to visit again someday with more cash in my pocket so that I can indulge myself in a gondola ride!
For now, just visiting with my travel buddy made it yet another wonderful trip in Europe :)
*cartophile is not in the dictionary, unless you count the urban dictionary, which defined it as I do: one who loves maps!