A Cloister There p39

A Courtyard Here p38

These are a Few of My Favorite Things p37

Creamy Dreamy

One evening, while out in Florence, we were on the way back to the hotel and saw this gorgeous display of gigantic mounds of gelato glowing from a restaurant. You really couldn't pass it without stopping to look at it. The art! ... I took a pic (we didnt end up eating the gelato here, because we had just finished some from another shop.) Later on the next day we passed by this shop, and all the mounds were atleast half gone.


The Dog Picture

This is absolutely one of my favorite pictures that I took during the trip. I don't remember where we were going, but we were waiting at the streetcorner one morning waiting to safely cross the street (as if that is ever an option in Italy.) While we waited, a man was changing out the window display (seen on the left.) His gold lab was sitting here pretty content/lazy. He was so relaxed sitting on this bin. It was like he was guarding it, but he was just so passive about it. He watched all the cars pass, the people going to and fro. His head would look back and forth, just following the morning crowds. He also seemed a bit isolated, blending into the wall, when everything else all around was going by so fast. I cherished the little moment in time.

Money Shots p36

First outing in Florence

This was one of the first places we stopped in Florence. It was a big square with a couple of fountains in it, and two mirror-image buildings on either side. One was an orphanige/hospital (of which I'm standing in front of), the other is as seen below. I was playing with my camera a little, while mom was kinda scoping out the place. I remember wandering around and sitting down for a while here. While mom was on the search for gelato.


The Money House

I have no idea what this building is, but it had either 'S' or '$' emblems between all the columns. Every time I see this picture I think of that theme song that was used for the apprentice "money money money money! ... money!"


Gelato Stop

So the gelato was addictive. Extremely. This is a pic of mom scoping out the stuff. As a side note, she had to get some pictures of her in her Fund for Teachers hat, for her grant. This is one of my favorite shots of her in the hat. She's got this 'mmm ... which flavor to choose' look going on. And I joke: thats where all the grant money went!

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Gorgeous Firenze!

I enjoyed Florence. At times, it seemed like just another big city, though. Lots of shopping and some really great places to see. Lots of art and historical stuff.

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Some Building

I have no idea what it is, but it was in Vicenza, and Mom took a pretty picture of it. I think it was real near the church.



After the Festival

This was the street that lead up to the Teatro Olimpico. Apparently there had been a festival in Vicenza, because there were flags hanging across the street everywhere. It was real fun-looking. The weather was really crummy, though. If I had another go-around, I would have visited all the little towns around vicenza. Lots of wineries, and tons of villas designed by Palladio.



The basilica that wasn't a church

Usually a basilica is what they call the cathedral-type churches in Italy. I know there's a distinction to what is actually called a cathedral, chapel, basilica, church, etc. but I don't remember. As we walked through Vicenza, we were looking all around the shopping square for the basilica, a church. But it turned out that we were IN the basilica ... the outdoor shopping mall. Interesting, really. (this is a picture of it)

Even more interesting ... After visiting the Teatro Olimpico, we decided to eat lunch somewhere ... but I wanted a nice cozy non-wet or cold venue. We ended up on the other side of this building, at a little pub/pizzeria. It was quite empty when we went in (we were the only ones there.) This was pretty normal wherever we ate, because the Americans we are, ate lunch at 12 instead of 2 and dinner at 7 instead of 9. There were these huge booths and beer paraphenalia plastered all over the walls. The pizza was pretty good, and a party of young career people occupied the booth behind us after a while, and a couple of old women kept themselves good company at a nearby table. We tried to finish up lunch really quickly, because it was our goal to take the train back to Padua at a certain time (or we would have to wait another hour or two.) I didn't realize until too late, that my pickiness about the venue caused us to be short on time.

After a hurried lunch, we asked the waiter how long it would take to get back to the train station. He didn't understand English. Finally, using fingers, we realized he was saying 10 min. We only had 15 min before the next train left (and we didn't have our tickets yet). We didn't know how to get back to the train station, though. We asked non-English speaking waiter this, too. He gave us directions in Italian. We acted like we understood, said gratzi, arrive derche, and jostled out of the pub. We prettymuch jogged the whole wayto the train station. I'm sure we looked pretty goofy rushing so fast. Mom did a great job keeping up, by the way. We weaved through lots of tourists and a large crowd of students, praying that it didn't start pouring down on us. We finally got to the station, waited impatiently at the ticket counter (at this point it was 5 in till the train departed.) We got the tickets, found out which platform, and ran to catch the train as the loud speaker was announcing something in Italian about the train we were planning on catching. You have to time-stamp your tickets there by running them through this little machine (half of which are usually broken.) I grabbed the tickets, and punched them as mom ran in front of me to the train. She got on, I was approaching. The doors of the train were closing, and she was still reaching out to grab me onto the train.

These thoughts ran through my head a) what if her arm gets stuck in the door b) what if my arm gets stuck in the door and I have to ride the whole way back to padua on the outside of the train with arm stuck on the inside c) she doesn't have a ticket and there is no way to contact her if we get separated d) I don't want to wait another hour or two for the next train to padua e) I wasted all that energy running across vicenza to miss the train f) I wonder how small I'd have to get to indian-jones my way through the closing doors ... and even then, would the backpack get stuck in the doors. or could I indiana-jones the bag, too, like he does with his hat at the last moment?

As all of these thoughts (and detailed imaginative illustrations) flashed through my head all in a millisecond's time ... a man on the train, behind the doors, next to my mother shoved open the doors with much force, and swooped me into the train. Now safely on the train, with the backpack and the tickets, all I could do was collapse in laughter. We finally found some vacant seats and I think mom and I laughed the whole way back to Padua on that train.

The Amazing Teatro Olimpico p32

Entrance to the Teatro Olimpico

(just in case it wasn't labeled obvious enough)


Striking a Theatrical Pose

The theatre was so spectacular. You would have never guessed something so amazing would have been through this courtyard. I only wish we could have seen a production here. This was definately one of my favorite things in Italy. I didn't take pictures because they weren't allowed inside. Besides, there is no way to represent the place in a picture. You just have to go and see it for yourself.


Another of the Teatro Olimpico

I didn't mention it before, but the theatre was designed by Paladio, the Architect that designed some of the buildings on that island near Venice. He also designed the Rotondo that montecello is designed after. His work on the teatro jus concreted him in the spot of my favorite architect.
Here's a link for a little more about the place: http://www.cisapalladio.org/veneto/schedae.asp?Numeroscheda=66

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Vicenza!

Where the basillica is a shoping area, and the Olimpico is a theatre.

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Our Majestic Toscanelli Room

This hotel was pretty schnazzy, if I remember correctly. The breakfast here was good, too. LOTS to choose from, yet the coffee wasn't nearly as good as Fabio's. This was the only hotel we got internet at, as well. The view wasn't as great, as they were doing renovation on the place.

Green Padua p29

The Cloister Garden no.1

I think my infatuation with the yards in the cloisters started here. So gorgeous nad picturesque. It was an extremely dreary day, though. The colors in this courtyard brightened my day.


Large Roundabout

In padua, this big open area had a stream running through it, and statues everywhere. We just merely passed by/went around on our day in Padua. It was rainy and dreary, as you can tell. Otherwise, the place was pretty nice, lots of shops and not too many people around.

Mom Takes Great Pics p28

Church in Padua

These pictures are of the church in Padua. We spent a while here, looking at everything. Mom took all these pictures...



Metallic Horseman

Pretty neat statue in front of the church in Padua


Paduan church

A front view of the church.

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We're the smart ones

The University of Padua was a pretty liberal and forward-thinking educational atmosphere. We visited the auditorium where they did autopsies of human bodies where tons of students would gather to watch. This practice was forbidden by the church, and when the officials would drop in to see what really went on in these presentations, the table displaying the cadaver would be flipped over, putting the body into the river, and replaced by a pig or some other legally accepted disectable animal. The whole place was pretty neat looking. Lots of graduation activities going on, and students and professionals everywhere. Our tour guide only spoke German and Italian, so we didn't catch much of the lecture she gave us about the place. We just wandered around the rooms we toured, though, and took it all in.



Another Ceiling

Same place, different part of the ceiling. Yeah, those Italians painted everything.

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Ceiling

This is a picture mom took of the ceiling in the cloisters of the University of Padua.


The University of Padua

Padua is a college town. Much like College Station (where I spent my college career.) I liked the city alright, but got pretty bored of it, actually. Maybe it was the weather, maybe it was because I was just already missing Venice.

My favorite thing in Padua was the Scrovegni Chapel. I don't have a picture of it (because you couldnt take pictures of it) but it was the most magnificently painted chapel in all of Italy. The story behind it was great, too. It was newly renovated and finally open to the public. http://www.wga.hu/frames-e.html?/html/g/giotto/padova/index.html
Those pictures do it no justice, but thats as good as I can find.

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Padua

This was the second city that we stayed in during our visit.

Villa Crispi p23

Best Cappucino

This was our last morning in Hotel Villa Cripsi. Fabio was the name of the clerk at the little place. He was so extremely friendly and helped us out with everything we had questions on. He aslo made the best cappucino for us in the mornings. This is a table in the little breakfast room at the place. They had hard rolls, cereal, yogurt, fresh pasteries and these 3 varieties of stuffed criossants. One had marmelade filling and honey on top one had vanilla cream, and the other had chocolate inside. Breakfast was good at Villa Crispi.


Out the window

This is the view down from our window at villa crispi. Mom liked how the rocks spelled out villa crispi. Pretty fancy. We stayed here while we visited Venice. It was on the mainland in a little town called 'Mestre.'

We rode the bus from the airport to the square in Mestre. We really had no idea where to go, and kinda wondered around aimlessly in the square. Some older man came up to us and asked if we needed directions. It was excpetionally sweet. He only spoke Italian, but tried his best to translate as many words as possible to get us to our destination (this hotel.) After a lot of pointing and waving of hands, and with a little help from the limited spanish and french my mom and I knew, we thought we figured out what he said. So we set on our way, carrying what we thought in the airport was a light load of luggage through the streets of Mestre. Down this street, over the bridge and second stoplight turn right. We found it! It was so worth finding, too. This charming little villa was one of my very favorite places to stay.

I didn't get much sleep here. It may have been the jet lag, or the fact that we always got back around 8-9pm and I would immediately crash as soon as I hit the bed... causing me to wake up in the middle of the night. I took the time to write and journal, though.

The place felt very safe, and it was fun to look out the window in the middle of the night. (first of all, you had to figure out how to open the window ... very well constructed windows. Once the glass part of the window was open, though, you had the shutter to deal with. THICK shutters, too. 2'' of solid wood and metal, with about 15 coats of varnish/pain on them. This lever turns, then lifts and then you put all your weight to push them open, and then they fold this way, and turn back that way. Anyway, the struggle was worth the view and the fresh air. This boy came around in the middle of the nights (around like 2am) and walked/skateboarded his dog down the street. His skateboard was relatively loud for the quiet street. I think there was a little bakery shop on the street that took deliveries in the middle of the night. That, or some mafia action. Really though, it was mostly apartments and homes around the villa. Very residential. I remember even hearing a nightengale out the window at the villa. I'd never heard one before that. So with all that action, and journaling to catch up with, I didn't mind spending my nights awake at Villa Crispi.



The Sound of Music

This is a picture of the outside of the Villa Crispi as we were leaving. The whole place is enclosed with a wrought iron fence and gate. The little pathway leads you to the front door and into the wood-floored front hallway and lobby (a reception desk in the hallway.) If you continue back, you reach the cheerful brekfast room (seen above.) If you take a left in the hallway, it puts you into a small staircase. Up the staircase and ot the right is where we stayed. In ths picture our room is behind the windows to the left on the second floor.

I'm sporting all of our luggage while mom takes the picture. Yep! thats all we took! (I felt like I was posing as Maria in the Sound of Music with all my bags ready to go ... just missing the gutar and the background music.)

Gondolas, Gardens, and Me! p22

Gondolimousine

This is a closeup picture of the gondolas that you see so many of in Venice. They're pretty fancy schmancy inside. You gotta pay a lot to take a ride in them, though. I don't know if itsa good business to be in ... the gondola business. It seemed like they gondoliers (yeah the ones in the blue where's waldo shirts) spent most of their time soliciting rides, rather than giving them.



Venice

Typical tourist. Typical Venice.


Floating Garden

I liked all of the little gardens and parks through Venice. I was infatuated with how it all just seems to be floating on top of the water like that.

The Wedding Party p21

Rolls Royce, Venice model

As we arrived at Sta Maria della salute, we saw this beautiful boat approaching as well. It was covered in flowers and there was a bride sitting inside. A little flower girl was even throwing petals into the water as the boat made its way to where we were standing. After the gorgeous wooden boat arrived, a fleet of wedding guests followed close behind. It was quite a production. Everyone was dressed to the nines and as they gathered at the open square, we sat on the steps of the large church of Santa Maria della Salute and watched the party happening. I don't know if it was more like a party, or a fashion show ... but it sure was fun to be a fly on the steps.


Mariachi Band

As the wedding party gathered, this band was playing festive music on the steps of a bridge nearby. It just added another magical element to the atmosphere. This all took place in the late afternoon on Sunday, by the way. We were enjoying it thoroughly (as you can see these other by-sitters on the steps are, as well), till we realized that maybe the wedding was going to take place inside the Salute church ... and we hadn't been inside to see it yet. We decided to take the opportunity before it filled with the wedding shindigs.

As we entered the church, though, the music from the band died down, and as our eyes adjusted to the darkness and candlelight, we heard voices singing the hymns of the mass going on inside. The church was as beautiful inside as it was outside. It was appropriate that there was a mass happening inside, afterall it is a church. So many of the churches that we had seen so far seemed like ornamentation that was used to attract tourists. (I know, that's totally absurd, but that's really what it started feeling like.) This was a nice break from everything. So many sounds filled the air, the mass, the singing, the faint yet audible marichi wedding music going on outside, and of course the wedding bells at a few nearby towers. All of these sounds filtered into the chapel and created an orchestra of sounds I never imagined hearing all at the same time.

Fancy Schmancy Stonework p20

Took a breather here

From the steps at the bottom of this building are where all the previous pictures (of the church and the musician) were taken. In front of the building on the right in the picture is where the musicians were playing. Down that street between the two buildings is the street where the geraniums were.


Building to the Right

This is the front shot of the building that the musicians were playing in front of. (I know I'm getting more descriptive and less illustrative, I'm sorry.) I really dont know the function of these places, they were just really pretty. Also, the picture of the columns a few pages back is a side view of this building's facade.


Sigh, what a bridge.

Called 'the bridge of sighs.' Appropriate, since this is where the prisoners that have been tried in the Doge's palace walk across on their way to their cells. These windows are their last view of the gorgeousness of Venice before they serve their time. I would sigh, too. We went through this bridge, too, on the way to the prison. I dont recall if I sighed or not.

Also, the gondolas were strategically placed for my picture. I really appreciate that mister gondoliers.

Taking a Breather p19

Setting Up

So we were sitting across from the church in the previous post. To the left of the church, and directly in front of where we were sitting, these bohemian musicians were just changing performers. While we were sitting on the steps, waiting for the next guy to perform, mom was relaxing and maybe even eating gelato along with the rest of the people sitting along the steps with us. There were so many different things to see sitting right here.


Guitar accompanied by CD player.

We watched this guy setup his little amp, stool, his music stand, his foot rest, the oh so important open guitar case (for the generous) and something in a suitcase behind him. He strummed a little on the guitar, just kinda spaced out from everything around him. He either didn't see me sitting so close with the camera, or he didnt mind. After his 'warmup' he reached behind him and apparently pressed the play button to a full orchestra. He continued to sit down, and started skillfully strumming along to the recorded accompaniment. He played extremely well, and blended with the music great. I had never heard of or imagined such a thing.

We ran into lots of live players-of-music in Italy. I think this was the most advantageous way to earn money on the streets. In Venice though, it seemed like the people that played were doing it as a Sunday afternoon ritual with their close friends instead of as their full-time job.



So many views.

It was one long street that opened to this gathering of buildings. Each side of the street (to the left and to the right of where I'm sitting) were these perfect little skinny Italian streets. So many people passed by without taking it in. There were so many different things going on in this tiny opening. There were 2 large buildings made out of white stone, sporting columns. There was the beautiful brown church with the trees hugging nearby, and there was the music. This was a view from where I was sitting. I looked left and up, and the beautiful red geraniums were erupting out of their window-planters.

Peaceful Church p18

Just a normal church

After a day of walking around Venice, we stopped here. We're sitting on the steps to a different building, just resting for a while. The setting was nice. The crowd was relatively young, but most people were just passing by.


Just like the picture

I really liked how the trees around this building mimicked its architectural features.


More of the same.

Like I said in the caption, above. The trees just seemed like they were embracing and naturally immitating the shape of the church.

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At the Top!

A slightly gofy picture of me at the top of the staircase. You can see the domes and spires of St. Mark's in the backround. They look kinda like hershey kisses.


And the green grass grows...

All around, all around. This was the bottom of the staircase. The yard was a gorgeous green and had the rain-catcher/gutter-type things as lawn ornaments. None the less, the iron, stone and greenery made a beautiful picture!

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View from the Top

At the top of the fancy spiraling staircase you can see the orange-tiled tops of all the houses. You can aslo see all the tower cranes (my equipment professor would be proud.) Its a pretty nice view, above most everythign in Venice. You see all the domes and bell towers sticking up above the rest of the buildings, and get a perspective of how narrow the streets really are. Every once in a while you'll see the rooftop gardens, or courtyards of the little apartment buildings with mini tropical-jungles among the cityscape.



Staircase to ...?

A good view, thats what. You walk and walk through the skinny streets of Venice and suddenly come upon this. You think "whoa, where did this come from? What is it for? Well, its obviously a staircase to get from one floor to another. Its just so much more elaborate than any other building around it. It has the balconies that seem fit for the Ca's that face the Grand Canal. But no, You just get a view of the next building about 15 yards away. (Though there is a beautiful little garden exploding out of the window boxes of said building.)



Rooftops

At the second to top level of the out-of-place staircase, you get this view. I think mom got a pretty cool picture.

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Like a Back Yard Patio

If the plaza at St. Mark's is the heart of Venice, then this is the back yard. We were taking a long leisurely walk through the narrow streets of Venice and happened upon this relatively open square with beautiful large canopy trees. It was a nice break from the narrow streets flanked with shops. Instead it seemed more residential, with one cafe with these umbrellas that reminded me of the patio furniture you see in catalogues. A group of little boys were playing soccer and their jovial interaction along with the clanking of wine glasses were the only sounds that filled the air.

Now that I think of it, I remember it being extremely quiet in the plaza ... even though the kids were being pretty rambunctious.



A Nice Break

This is the other view of the open area. The church was pretty cool looking. It looked like lots of cylinders standing up next to eachother. There weren't to many windows, and not all the decoration like at St. Marks. Just very homey.

It was so clean in Venice. You can see the guys in the maroon shirts ... I guess they were like the city's custodians. Here, they were changing out the trash in all the cans. I saw them in different places around Venice, as well. I guess thats why it didn't smell like fish ....

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The Big Plaza

This was the biggest plaza that I remember seeing. There were always tons of people and pigeons. It was hard for me to wrap my head around the fact that the place wasn't just skillfully painted on a flat surface, like at Six Flags where the street pretends to go on, but is really just a painted wall.

The whole plaza was skirted with tables and chairs at the expensive restaurants that surrounded the place. Tourists were everywhere, but so were the Italians. One of the days I was really worn out from all the sight-seeing and mom still wanted to go to the museums nearby. I decided to sit it out and relax on the steps, leaning up against a column. I just watched everyone go by. Some asian group of chitchatty girls sat down next to me, but a street-sweeper shoo-ed them away with her broom. There was a family with 2 little boys, and one was busy chasing the pigeons all around the square. It was absolutely adorable. A couple teenage girls were feeding the pigeons with very animated ractions whenever one landed on them. It tickled me to watch them try and hold a pose for a camera when you could tell they just wanted to burst out with giggles.

One evening we got to eat dinner very nearby and watched all the action take place in the square. It was definately a 'holy-cow-I'm-in-Italy' moment. The food was good, too. The waiter cut the bones out of a fish for the lady sitting at the table behind us. A toddler-aged beautiful young girl was trying to impress her dad and anyone else who was watching by carrying her mom's oversized backpack around on her tiny figure.

In this picture, St.Marks is right behind you.


Doge's Palace

This is basically the center of the government of Venice. To the left of this building is St. Mark's, as well. The place is huge. Its got a kinda creepy prison in it. Thing is, its not like the worst, scariest place. I certainly wouldn't want to be locked there, within arm's reach of Venice, yet not enjoying any bit of it. Anyhow, I generally behaved myself in Venice, so I didn't have to worry about it. I don't remember much about the rest of the palace. I think the stairs were pretty cool and everything was really decorated ... but really, what wasn't?

Our last evening in Venice, we were walking across from the Doge's place and heard a live band of string bass, piano, accordian, mandolin and trumpet, I believe. They were playing very typical Italian songs for the people eating at the outside cafe. A crowd gathered all around and one lady in particular even danced. It was an extremely lively atmosphere and made our evening complete.

Okay, so I'm starting to remember some about the Doge's Palace. It was prettymuch a courthouse. Lots of rooms for guys dressed up in white curly wigs. They tried people for crimes in here, and held elections as well. There is a room that seems straight out of 'the merchant of venice' ... the part at the end. Also, there is a HUGE ballroom type room. Very open (really reminded me of anastasia where she dances with the imaginary ghost-people.) One mom and her daughter were kinda chasing eachother all around the place. My mom was not chasing me around the place, and instead educating me. She said the room was where all the men of age would gather to hold elections. Venice was democratic, I guess, and held open elections like this.

Some other points of interest in the Doge's Palace were the armories wehre tons of weapons were displayed (I heard rumors of a viscious chastity belt, but we didn't seem to run across it.) There was also a little opening in the wall that had a slot on one side, where you could anonymously turn in peoples' names for crimes they had committed ... its best to be nice to everyone in Venice.


Look at the Stone!

This is just one relatively little 'plain' wall at St. Mark's. Behind it, is the relics, if I remember correctly. We had to wait in line for a while to get into St. Mark's and I was enjoying all the different building materials that went into it. You know they put bookos of money into it. Just this wall alone, I can't even imagine how many quarries and how many different countries they had to retrieve the different types of stone from. Generally, it weathered pretty nicely ... considering, even, that Venice floods often, and puts this church's floor under water.

Everything was pretty elaborate in the church. I literally got dizzy walking through it. SO MANY MOSAICS (Kristen, eat your heart out!) The floor was all mosaic ... very intricate designs. At the postcard shop afterwards, there were postcards of prettymuch every mosaic in the place, and i spotted one of a peacock. I hadn't seen it when I went through the first time, so I had to sneak in a second time. I actually got yelled at by some German lady leading a tour. But I got to see the peacocks. There were actually 2 pairs of them. Both about 5' wide by 3' tall on the ground. made with square tiles about 3/4" each. I dont know how I missed them. Each peacock was different, too. Yeah, of the whole decorated church, I liked the floor the most. Something else that interested me is that these mosaic floors weather a lot better than big marble slab floors. The little tiles can shift and move some, yet the larger slabs of marble just crack.

Its the details that count p13

Ornate

Thats the only way to describe St. Mark's Cathedral. Inside and out. (You can see how big it is compared to the people stading at the top.)



Columns

This is a pic of the facade of the building the bohemian musicians played in front of.



What classification of Classical Columns?

I think these fancy-topped columns had a classification just for themselves. All the different types of stone looked so fancy on the facade of St Mark's. So much detail! (and its still standing after oodles of floods and tons of years)

Venice looks good on us p12

Can you tell I enjoy this?

This in in a very large courtyard to the Doge's Palace ... the major city council type building. So elaborately decorated. Incedentally it was the courtyard to the prison, as well.



So pretty, and the building, too.

This was one of our favorite churches. Although plain-looking on the outside, the inside was exquisite.

Cheerful p11

They call me mellow yellow

This was near the top of climbing the decorative spiral staircase. I want to find out who these peoples' florist is. On the other hand, maybe they ARE the florist. Nice advertisement.



Botanical Balconies

I think you missed a spot! I can't believe how many flowers these people fit on their balcony. Whats even more amazing is that they keep them all alive and THRIVING. I'm truly amazed. Way to go with the color coordination.



Restful Lunch

This was our first pizza in Italy. The pizza is totally different from what we make it here. Its usually very flat crust. And it doesn't come pre-sliced. And they give you a whole pizza when you order one! The toppings are different, too. On the menu it will say tomato and cheese. Which means it has a small dab of tomato sauce and a thin layer of cheese on flat bread. They don't have pepperoni, either. They've got meats, but I just tried ham and what is called 'spicy sausage' which isn't that spicy ... Just comparatively spicy to their 'regular' sausage, which equates to a large-diameter slice of hot dog. Its something to get used to. I miss it already, though. I need to learn how to make it.

Sitting to our left were 2 boys about my age and were from England. They were dressed punk-like, but were talking about everything from girls to inheritance. They had coffee and smoked after their meal. I enjoyed listening in on their conversation.

Sitting on our right was a family of Americans with 2 younger boys. Typical brothers. They talked about their travel plans, and the boys seemed so used to travel at their young age. The mom had tons of shopping bags, and as they left, she made the eldest brother carry them all for her.

Colorful Laundry & Houses p10

No clothes dryers in Venice

Venecians take pride in their clean clothes. They hang them like flags outside their windows.



The closet.

And the matster bedroom closet is right outside this window...
I guess hanging your clothes outside does save on closet space. But what if your neighbors like your clothes as much as you do? And what if it rains.

I especially enjoyed the colors of this particuklar load of laundry. It was a perfect addition to an otherwise plain picture.



Color coordinated

I think its absolutely adorable that mom matches the house behind her. It wasnt hard to find a house to match whatever color you were wearing in Venice. On the busboat, there were some people from London admiring all the beautiful colors of Venice, I thought it was funny at the time. Really though, now I'm back in the states, things seem so drab.

I guess all the buildings had to be painted wonderful colors, or the city would be as depressing as the sky was grey throughout our Venice visit.



If I had a penny for every bridge.

Venician Brown p9

The Gold House (incidentally -not- the ca'd' oro)

This was the most flashy-designed house on the Grand Canal. Each time we passed it, I tried to get a shot, and this one turned out pretty good. The front is all gold-shiny and very symmetrical. You know some rich merchant called this his home.

Mom said that this house is one of the glass-makers from the nearby island of Murano. You can only get to Murano by boat, and we opted out on this trip. The glass from the island is everywhere, though. The houses and churches in Venice are filled with these beautiful glass chandeliers. Some day I'll have one in my house. Oh yes I will. You can buy little glass trinkets in the shops all around Venice, too.

At the neighboring island to Murano, lace is their specialty. Between every glass shop and souviner shop is a lace shop. We neglected to go to the lace island, as well, but enjoyed seeing the lace throughout the stores.

Kind of off topic, but our first meal in Venice was at a little tiny cafe. It only had about 6 tables in it, and was very crowded. The personality of the place and the 2 ladies that ran it was very ...eclectic. I remembe that the menu was posted on the window so that passers-by could see what the restaurant served. I thought this a bit odd while eating, as people seemed to be peering in at MY food. I felt like a live advertisement ... the food was extremely good, I would tell them. Everywhere in Italy, its normal to have a menu on display outside the restaurant. Whenever you're hungry, you walk up to a restaurant and look at what they're serving, and then decide to eat there or not. It also helps to know how much you're going to be paying for dinner before you sit down.



Surprise, a Spire!

All of the streets in Venice are relatively narrow. There are no vehicles on the island so there is no reason to have streets wider than is necessary for 2 people to squeeze by. The buildings are tall, too, so form walls all around you. By buildings I mean apartment type housing. They are relatively plain-looking tall structures all touching with flat facades. It feels like a maze navigating through Venice at times. You have to just keep telling yourself 'im on an island, I cant get THAT lost on an island.' You then allow yourself to enjoy the places the winding narrow roads take you.

Where they take you ... usually a canal, a bridge, a courtyard or a dead end. The view constantly surprises you, though. I remember walking around, kind of paying attention to where the little street was leading, andthen all the sudden, i get a peek of thetop of this church, out of nowhere.

On a different walk we walked down a narrow alleyway that seemed destined to end at a only an dumpster and a chain-link fence. Instead when we got to the end of the road, there was this beautiful serene coutryard. Somewhere you'd do yoga.

Venice is surprising, everywhere you go. You get all these peeks at what its all about, but you can never wrap your head around this majestic city.



Tall Windows

This was just a beautiful church. The brick was a beautiful brown, enhanced with stonework on the edges. I liked that these churches had so many arches, but in their design, their footprint formed an arch. Like the building was reaching out to welcome you in.



No way to describe.

This is such a perfect setting. This chapel is near the end of the Grand Canal, where all the houses stop and the island opens up to this big patio that has steps leading down to the water. The skinny windows and the tightly rounded face of this building made it real pretty. Later, this is where the wedding party gathered, as we sat and watched on the steps dissappearing onto the left of the picture. (Santa Maria Della Salute is to the left out of this picture - as seen in the previous post)

Grand Canal Greys p8

Rialto Bridge

We never really walked across it, but this is be largest bridge on the Grand Canal.



Ca' d' Oro.

House of Gold. I had to know this house inside and out for one of my tests in Srchitecture history. it was so cool to actually see it in person. It took a lot of boat rides, and tons of attempts to get this picture, because of the angle, or i would be sitting on the wrong side of the boat, etc. The stone work is marvelous on this building. You can clearly see the different levels of the home, each with a balconyto view the happenings on the Grand Canal.

Many of the houses were more colorful, but this one's classic white wedding-cake-lace-look makes a beautiful facade.

Santa Maria Della Salute

This was one of my favorite buildings in Venice.

My More 'Artistic' Pictures p6

This random corner.

The whole huge building behind this little brick corner was under construction and covered with the grey screen. In Italy, all their scaffolding for restoration and construction is covered up on every building. Sometimes there is even be a real-to-life image of what the building will look like (after restoration is complete) printed on the large building-blanket. Companies use this as an opportunity to advertise, like a bilboard (I think its a great improvement from gaudy billboards that I didnt miss seeing.) You can aslo see the 'bus' stop on the right. Its an enclosed dock for people waiting to catching the waterbus (from which this picture is taken.)

I thought this little corner was so adorable, and out of place.



Academia Bridge (last bridge on the Grand Canal)

Mom took this picture, she deserves the credit.



Yeah, I dont know these people

Everywhere you look down a little side street in Venice, you see something like this. Its magical. Little bridges over the side canals, boats waiting to be used. The whole place is like something out of a dream. You think it would smell like fish or something, too, but it doesnt.
I'm pretty sure the tower in the background is important in some way. I dont know what its called, but the sounds of bells filled the air of Venice frequently, for weddings, masses, and festivals.
(also, if you're the people in this pic, thanks for posing so symmetrically, and wearing great colors for this pic. I'd be happy to give you a copy)

Lets catch a rid on the bus, I mean boat. p5

Mom's just cruizin'

This was still our first ride down the Grand Canal together. We got real used to the boat system, but I kept calling them busses instead of boats. The best place to ride was up here, in thr front of the boat. You had to sit down in front, so the captain could see where he was going. All the tourists would try and stand up and take pictures of all the gorgeous buildings along the canal, but would get shouts from inside the cabin for doing so.

The boatmen of Venice were skillful, to say the least. They reminded me of New York cab drivers from movies. The large bus-boat drivers would yell at the better-paid gondola drivers, and taxi-boats to get out of his way. I saw no collisions while riding down the canal, and was constantly amazed how these men steered through the crowded waters of the Grand Canal.


Pinch me, I'm in Italy. (first of many boat taxi rides down the Grand Canal)

Most of the pictures I took along the canal are from when I was sitting right here. You can see the Rialto Bridge behind me. Its a gorgeous covered bridge that looks like someone just painted in the sky, across the canal. Actually, it was painted, but with some colorful tagging.

The people along the Grand Canal p4

The marketplace

The morning after we arrived, we headed to the island of Venice. It was hazy, but a lively day none the less. We were greeted by colorful scenes of a floating town. The marketplace was in full force, as people gathered to peruse the fruit displays ... dressed about as brilliantly as the mouth-watering produce ... later in our trip, we picked up a bunch of fresh cherries and cherry tomatoes... it made the best afternoon snack.


Where's Waldo?

Gondolas aways swarmed the waters of the Grand Canal. They're expensive! The Gondoliers (who look a bit like blue versions of Waldo) hustle and beg tourists to ride with them, and many do!

I love in this picture how you can see one parking his boat on the left, and then another on the right, attempting to persuade a lady to a ride. The lady looks like she's having none of it. In Venice, I was polite, always sying 'no thank you' to all the street soliciting. By the end of the trip, though, I learned that the only thing they understand is a head shake and a firm 'NO!'

First Impressions p3

The first of many pictures I took in Italy

This is the first bridge along the Grand Canal. At this point, its hard for me to believe im actually here. We didnt stay on the island of Venice, itself. Instead we stayed nearby in a hotel on the mainland. We rode a bus to the Gran Canal boat docking, and took the 'fast boat' via Rialto down the Grand Canal toward San Marco. Although its called the 'fast boat' I had pleanty of time to take tons of pictures.


This guy waves ciao to everyone (coming and going) in Venice

...Or maybe he's just waving for a boat taxi.


Yeah, it really looks like this.

You couldn't pick better colors for a town if you had Sherwin William's color wheel in front of you.

Airport Excitement! p2

Can barely hold in the excitement.

Mom and I were sitting next to a family that consisted of a Mom, a toddler daughter and a teenage daughter. They were all so beautiful and speaking a different language. I thought they looked French, but I don't think they were speaking French. The youngest daughter was performing ballet steps routines and positions and looking to her older sister for guidance. Just the first of thousands of people we became acquainted with on our travels.


PARIS?! I thought we were going to Italy...

A lady that was sitting next to us waiting for the plane to board was actually going to Paris. She lived there. She had lived tons of places, and was most recently visiting her son in Lousianna and attending her late husband's funeral. She was returning to her house in Paris, alone. She had the most positive outlook on life I could imagine. She was extremely friendly and visited with Mom about the places they had been, and where they wanted to go next. She also suggested a certain purse designer that she loved.


amusing ourselves in the airport

I was showing mom how to take a picture of us without having to ask someone else. We waited patiently and anxiously in the Houston Airport. Kids were running around and we were happy about them wearing themselves down before boarding the plane.


This is the 'before' shot.

The Bradfords were so nice to give us a ride to and from the airport. And so nice to take this first picture of us on our way. Look how light we packed. Mom's just got a tiny backpack and a carry-on. I just have my blue backpack and a duffel-ish bag.

Venice! p1

This is lovely Venice!