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.)