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Venice.  What a magical place!  Our guidebook used words like crumbling and romantic and watery when describing Venice, and they are well-chosen.  Italy in general has an incredibly high bar set for it by literature, history, and former travelers who remember everything in a rosy haze.  It’s hard for Italy to actually be so otherworldly in its romantic perfection for the average traveler.  However, I will say simply that Venice surpassed my expectations,  surprising me again and again by its tenacious ancient beauty.

Before the photos, a bit about where we stayed.

In general, Elliott and I (and now Baby too) travel on a budget.  OK, a tight budget.  Often we CouchSurf while traveling because it’s free and we can meet friendly residents of whatever city or country we’re visiting.  However, there were no CouchSurfers in Venice (!), and we realized this is because the hosts would probably have visitors 24/7.  Venice itself is tiny and thus most tourists pay $100+/night to stay in the city or else take a train or boat to a nearby island or city for cheaper lodging each night.  We knew that it would be difficult to explore all day with a baby, though, and that we’d be tired by about 3pm and ready for naps all around. 

But then Elliott found a studio listed on airbnb.com.  It seemed too good to be true: a whole apartment in the heart of Venice for just US$89 a night?  When a hotel room in the summer season would be over US$150 a night?  We’ll take it!

The owner of the studio met us at the vaparetto (boat bus from the mainland) and walked us through the winding streets to our apartment.  I was dragging a duffel bag and had completely forgotten that Venice was full of canals, and people ride in boats on the canals, and thus the bridges have to arch up, and arched bridges are kind of hard to get a heavy duffel bag over.  I huffed and puffed and tripped to the studio because I was too busy eagerly craning my neck in every direction.

The owner of the studio is a psychotherapist.  Yes.  Freud and all that.  Here’s the plaque outside his building:

The apartment is located on a quiet street in a very residential area of Venice.  We liked the lobby.

We also loved this view of a neighbor’s balcony from the stairwell.  We dragged our duffel bags up to the third floor…

… and there was the apartment!  By “studio” the owner meant “office” because he uses it during the week to see patients.  However, it’s a regular apartment with a large bathroom, bedroom, living/dining room, and kitchen.

We put down our bags and looked out the bedroom window.  And hello what a view across the street!  Our neighbor proceeded to dry all her lingerie this way all weekend.  

Lena settled in, happy as could be.

We were fascinated by the psychotherapist’s book collection.  Do you see the complete works of Freud?

Our favorite part of the apartment was the kitchen window, which looked out over one of the canals.  One of the first times I stood leaning out the window I saw this gondolier passing by, calling “Oiii!” to alert boats ahead as he poled through the water.

And then we set off into the Venetian sunset to find some supper.

We decided upon a pretty little restaurant by the water on the northern edge of Venice.   Lena was getting tired so I rocked her to sleep in my arms.

But of course as soon as I tried to lay her gently down on a pad of blankets, she woke up.  And studied that pizza, hoping to get a taste!  She’s so ready to eat real food.

After dinner we walked home in the quiet darkness, hand in hand.  We had three days of discovery ahead of us, and famous wonders like Saint Mark’s Square and the Doge’s Palace and the Rialto Bridge awaited us in the morning.

More photos of the weekend tomorrow!

Venice.  What a magical place!  Our guidebook used words like crumbling and romantic and watery when describing Venice, and they are well-chosen.  Italy in general has an incredibly high bar set for it by literature, history, and former travelers who remember everything in a rosy haze.  It’s hard for Italy to actually be so otherworldly in its romantic perfection for the average traveler.  However, I will say simply that Venice surpassed my expectations,  surprising me again and again by its tenacious ancient beauty.

Before the photos, a bit about where we stayed.

In general, Elliott and I (and now Baby too) travel on a budget.  OK, a tight budget.  Often we CouchSurf while traveling because it’s free and we can meet friendly residents of whatever city or country we’re visiting.  However, there were no CouchSurfers in Venice (!), and we realized this is because the hosts would probably have visitors 24/7.  Venice itself is tiny and thus most tourists pay $100+/night to stay in the city or else take a train or boat to a nearby island or city for cheaper lodging each night.  We knew that it would be difficult to explore all day with a baby, though, and that we’d be tired by about 3pm and ready for naps all around. 

But then Elliott found a studio listed on airbnb.com.  It seemed too good to be true: a whole apartment in the heart of Venice for just US$89 a night?  When a hotel room in the summer season would be over US$150 a night?  We’ll take it!

The owner of the studio met us at the vaparetto (boat bus from the mainland) and walked us through the winding streets to our apartment.  I was dragging a duffel bag and had completely forgotten that Venice was full of canals, and people ride in boats on the canals, and thus the bridges have to arch up, and arched bridges are kind of hard to get a heavy duffel bag over.  I huffed and puffed and tripped to the studio because I was too busy eagerly craning my neck in every direction.

The owner of the studio is a psychotherapist.  Yes.  Freud and all that.  Here’s the plaque outside his building:

The apartment is located on a quiet street in a very residential area of Venice.  We liked the lobby.

We also loved this view of a neighbor’s balcony from the stairwell.  We dragged our duffel bags up to the third floor…

… and there was the apartment!  By “studio” the owner meant “office” because he uses it during the week to see patients.  However, it’s a regular apartment with a large bathroom, bedroom, living/dining room, and kitchen.

We put down our bags and looked out the bedroom window.  And hello what a view across the street!  Our neighbor proceeded to dry all her lingerie this way all weekend.  

Lena settled in, happy as could be.

We were fascinated by the psychotherapist’s book collection.  Do you see the complete works of Freud?

Our favorite part of the apartment was the kitchen window, which looked out over one of the canals.  One of the first times I stood leaning out the window I saw this gondolier passing by, calling “Oiii!” to alert boats ahead as he poled through the water.

And then we set off into the Venetian sunset to find some supper.

We decided upon a pretty little restaurant by the water on the northern edge of Venice.   Lena was getting tired so I rocked her to sleep in my arms.

But of course as soon as I tried to lay her gently down on a pad of blankets, she woke up.  And studied that pizza, hoping to get a taste!  She’s so ready to eat real food.

After dinner we walked home in the quiet darkness, hand in hand.  We had three days of discovery ahead of us, and famous wonders like Saint Mark’s Square and the Doge’s Palace and the Rialto Bridge awaited us in the morning.

More photos of the weekend tomorrow!

Elliott’s annual training last week took place in Vicenza (vi-CHEN-zah… the Italians pronounce all “c”s before an i or an e with a “ch” sound).  We spent most of the week on the Army base, but when Friday rolled around and Elliott was free all day, we were ready to explore.

We asked Lena if she’d like to come along.

She said sure, after she finished admiring her hands.  She loves smoothing them over things and feeling things against her palms.

After that we caught the local bus down to the city center.  A river runs through it!

Behind me in the first photo is the Teatro Olimpico, a famous landmark in Vicenza.  We discovered the lovely walled garden behind the theater.

Pit stop, lunch break.

Lena continues her training in the art of sitting up…

… while I wandered around the garden taking pictures.

Lena ate some lunch too.  She gets to eat in some of the most idyllic spots!

What a pretty little town!  My favorite part?  Andrea Palladio, a famous Italian architect, was from Vicenza.  As all good UVA Guide Service members know, Palladio inspired Thomas Jefferson, and Palladian architecture is all over the University of Virginia.

We discovered his statue (and some fabuloso gelato):

The main square, all very Palladian with the columns:

And then we just wandered down the colorful streets and through quiet piazze (plural of piazza):

The guard and courtyard for a remodeled apartment building:

Vicenzians bike!  We loved it.

Can you spot the neighbors chatting?

A final cheerful scene on our way to the bus stop.  We loved the ancient church (or castle?) on the hill in the background!

Elliott’s annual training last week took place in Vicenza (vi-CHEN-zah… the Italians pronounce all “c”s before an i or an e with a “ch” sound).  We spent most of the week on the Army base, but when Friday rolled around and Elliott was free all day, we were ready to explore.

We asked Lena if she’d like to come along.

She said sure, after she finished admiring her hands.  She loves smoothing them over things and feeling things against her palms.

After that we caught the local bus down to the city center.  A river runs through it!

Behind me in the first photo is the Teatro Olimpico, a famous landmark in Vicenza.  We discovered the lovely walled garden behind the theater.

Pit stop, lunch break.

Lena continues her training in the art of sitting up…

… while I wandered around the garden taking pictures.

Lena ate some lunch too.  She gets to eat in some of the most idyllic spots!

What a pretty little town!  My favorite part?  Andrea Palladio, a famous Italian architect, was from Vicenza.  As all good UVA Guide Service members know, Palladio inspired Thomas Jefferson, and Palladian architecture is all over the University of Virginia.

We discovered his statue (and some fabuloso gelato):

The main square, all very Palladian with the columns:

And then we just wandered down the colorful streets and through quiet piazze (plural of piazza):

The guard and courtyard for a remodeled apartment building:

Vicenzians bike!  We loved it.

Can you spot the neighbors chatting?

A final cheerful scene on our way to the bus stop.  We loved the ancient church (or castle?) on the hill in the background!