Venice is simply too crowded, a bit dirty, and floods so often that souvenir shops sell cheap plastic boots.
Having said that, it is one of the more incredible spots in the world. The waterways, the gondolas, the buildings, the churches, the characters, the history, and the art all are irresistible.
Greg’s brother once described Venice as the Disneyland of Europe. And, as you walk out of the railroad station onto the Grand Canal, and see the people waiting for the Vaporetto (water taxi), it certainly has that feel.
After a couple of gloomy weather days, the bright blue skies of Venice were very welcome.
We took a 15 minute walk through the former Jewish ghetto, the place where 500 years ago that the name “ghetto” came from. We had rented one of the few affordable apartments in pricey Venice. Our expectations for the accommodations were very low, considering the fabulous location.
We found the street name attached to our booking, a very quiet passage, and above, at a second floor window, a woman was waving and saying “Ciao, Ciao.” We still aren’t sure how she determined that we were the ones she was looking for in this crowded city, except our estimated time of arrival was spot on.
The lady, whose name was Bianca , welcomed us in Italian since she spoke not one word of English. The apartment was a beautiful example of old Italian, with high wooden beamed ceilings, terrazzo floors and large windows overlooking a beautiful out of the way church and courtyard. And, to our surprise right smack on one of Venice’s many canals.
There was no address or other indication that this indeed was our apartment. After she left, Greg refused to empty the luggage until he could go online and try to confirm. Bianca had said the name Luli a couple times as she introduced everything in the apartment in Italian. And, then when we connected to the internet, we found a message from Luli who had been trying to text us all day.
Another lucky day.