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(leave a comment if you want me to send you the original)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtravelingtoitalyalbum.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30763905/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtravelingtoitalyalbum.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30763905/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Just Traveling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10559088755630003408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>36</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30763905.post-115246304158114086</id><published>2006-07-09T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T14:11:38.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Cloister There p39</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6904/3019/1600/Italy%202006%20131e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6904/3019/320/Italy%202006%20131e.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6904/3019/1600/Italy%202006%20251e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" 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{parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6904/3019/1600/Italy%202006%20134e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6904/3019/320/Italy%202006%20134e.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6904/3019/1600/Mom%27s%20Italy%20Pics%20134e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6904/3019/320/Mom%27s%20Italy%20Pics%20134e.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6904/3019/1600/Italy%202006%20171e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6904/3019/320/Italy%202006%20171e.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30763905-115246198514699466?l=justtravelingtoitalyalbum.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtravelingtoitalyalbum.blogspot.com/feeds/115246198514699466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30763905&amp;postID=115246198514699466&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30763905/posts/default/115246198514699466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30763905/posts/default/115246198514699466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtravelingtoitalyalbum.blogspot.com/2006/07/courtyard-here-p38.html' title='A Courtyard Here p38'/><author><name>Just Traveling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10559088755630003408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09954033872164240814'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30763905.post-115246167605960564</id><published>2006-07-09T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T13:06:17.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>These are a Few of My Favorite Things p37</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6904/3019/1600/Italy%202006%20161e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6904/3019/320/Italy%202006%20161e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creamy Dreamy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6904/3019/1600/Italy%202006%20170ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6904/3019/320/Italy%202006%20170ed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Dog Picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 &lt;em&gt;safely&lt;/em&gt; 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.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30763905-115246167605960564?l=justtravelingtoitalyalbum.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtravelingtoitalyalbum.blogspot.com/feeds/115246167605960564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30763905&amp;postID=115246167605960564&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30763905/posts/default/115246167605960564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30763905/posts/default/115246167605960564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtravelingtoitalyalbum.blogspot.com/2006/07/these-are-few-of-my-favorite-things.html' title='These are a Few of My Favorite Things p37'/><author><name>Just Traveling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10559088755630003408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09954033872164240814'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30763905.post-115239802801637220</id><published>2006-07-08T15:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T12:58:23.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Money Shots p36</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6904/3019/1600/Mom"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6904/3019/320/Mom%27s%20Italy%20Pics%20131e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First outing in Florence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6904/3019/1600/Italy%202006%20114e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6904/3019/320/Italy%202006%20114e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Money House&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6904/3019/1600/Italy%202006%20116e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6904/3019/320/Italy%202006%20116e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gelato Stop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30763905-115239802801637220?l=justtravelingtoitalyalbum.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtravelingtoitalyalbum.blogspot.com/feeds/115239802801637220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30763905&amp;postID=115239802801637220&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30763905/posts/default/115239802801637220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30763905/posts/default/115239802801637220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtravelingtoitalyalbum.blogspot.com/2006/07/money-shots-p36.html' title='Money Shots p36'/><author><name>Just Traveling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10559088755630003408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09954033872164240814'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30763905.post-115239784206765971</id><published>2006-07-08T15:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T12:49:36.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FLORENCE! p35</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6904/3019/1600/Italy%202006%20241e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6904/3019/320/Italy%202006%20241e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gorgeous Firenze!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30763905-115239784206765971?l=justtravelingtoitalyalbum.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtravelingtoitalyalbum.blogspot.com/feeds/115239784206765971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30763905&amp;postID=115239784206765971&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30763905/posts/default/115239784206765971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30763905/posts/default/115239784206765971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtravelingtoitalyalbum.blogspot.com/2006/07/florence-p35.html' title='FLORENCE! p35'/><author><name>Just Traveling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10559088755630003408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09954033872164240814'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30763905.post-115239770962656608</id><published>2006-07-08T15:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T12:44:36.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Festive and Dreary p33</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6904/3019/1600/Mom"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6904/3019/320/Mom%27s%20Italy%20Pics%20118e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some Building&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6904/3019/1600/Mom"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6904/3019/320/Mom%27s%20Italy%20Pics%20122e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the Festival&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6904/3019/1600/Mom"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6904/3019/320/Mom%27s%20Italy%20Pics%20124e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The basilica that wasn't a church&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30763905-115239770962656608?l=justtravelingtoitalyalbum.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtravelingtoitalyalbum.blogspot.com/feeds/115239770962656608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30763905&amp;postID=115239770962656608&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30763905/posts/default/115239770962656608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30763905/posts/default/115239770962656608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtravelingtoitalyalbum.blogspot.com/2006/07/festive-and-dreary-p33.html' title='Festive and Dreary p33'/><author><name>Just Traveling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10559088755630003408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09954033872164240814'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30763905.post-115239744024289488</id><published>2006-07-08T15:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T10:13:11.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Amazing Teatro Olimpico p32</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6904/3019/1600/Mom"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6904/3019/320/Mom%27s%20Italy%20Pics%20120e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entrance to the Teatro Olimpico&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(just in case it wasn't labeled obvious enough)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6904/3019/1600/Mom"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6904/3019/320/Mom%27s%20Italy%20Pics%20119e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Striking a Theatrical Pose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6904/3019/1600/Italy%202006%20112e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6904/3019/320/Italy%202006%20112e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another of the Teatro Olimpico&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;Here's a link for a little more about the place: &lt;a href="http://www.cisapalladio.org/veneto/schedae.asp?Numeroscheda=66"&gt;http://www.cisapalladio.org/veneto/schedae.asp?Numeroscheda=66&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30763905-115239744024289488?l=justtravelingtoitalyalbum.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtravelingtoitalyalbum.blogspot.com/feeds/115239744024289488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30763905&amp;postID=115239744024289488&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30763905/posts/default/115239744024289488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30763905/posts/default/115239744024289488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtravelingtoitalyalbum.blogspot.com/2006/07/amazing-teatro-olimpico-p32.html' title='The Amazing Teatro Olimpico p32'/><author><name>Just Traveling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10559088755630003408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09954033872164240814'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30763905.post-115239720007155912</id><published>2006-07-08T15:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T10:01:06.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>VICENZA! p31</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6904/3019/1600/P1010124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6904/3019/320/P1010124.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vicenza!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where the basillica is a shoping area, and the Olimpico is a theatre.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30763905-115239720007155912?l=justtravelingtoitalyalbum.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtravelingtoitalyalbum.blogspot.com/feeds/115239720007155912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30763905&amp;postID=115239720007155912&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30763905/posts/default/115239720007155912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30763905/posts/default/115239720007155912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtravelingtoitalyalbum.blogspot.com/2006/07/vicenza-p31.html' title='VICENZA! p31'/><author><name>Just Traveling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10559088755630003408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09954033872164240814'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30763905.post-115239709066429062</id><published>2006-07-08T15:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T09:54:27.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Toscanelli p30</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6904/3019/1600/Mom"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6904/3019/320/Mom%27s%20Italy%20Pics%20098e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Majestic Toscanelli Room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30763905-115239709066429062?l=justtravelingtoitalyalbum.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtravelingtoitalyalbum.blogspot.com/feeds/115239709066429062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30763905&amp;postID=115239709066429062&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30763905/posts/default/115239709066429062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30763905/posts/default/115239709066429062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtravelingtoitalyalbum.blogspot.com/2006/07/toscanelli-p30.html' title='The Toscanelli p30'/><author><name>Just Traveling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10559088755630003408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09954033872164240814'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30763905.post-115239698133520078</id><published>2006-07-08T15:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T09:43:54.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Green Padua p29</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6904/3019/1600/Mom"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6904/3019/320/Mom%27s%20Italy%20Pics%20111e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Cloister Garden no.1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6904/3019/1600/Mom"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6904/3019/320/Mom%27s%20Italy%20Pics%20117e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Large Roundabout&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30763905-115239698133520078?l=justtravelingtoitalyalbum.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtravelingtoitalyalbum.blogspot.com/feeds/115239698133520078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30763905&amp;postID=115239698133520078&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30763905/posts/default/115239698133520078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30763905/posts/default/115239698133520078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtravelingtoitalyalbum.blogspot.com/2006/07/green-padua-p29.html' title='Green Padua p29'/><author><name>Just Traveling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10559088755630003408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09954033872164240814'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30763905.post-115239653572114884</id><published>2006-07-08T15:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T09:31:24.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom Takes Great Pics p28</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6904/3019/1600/Mom"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6904/3019/320/Mom%27s%20Italy%20Pics%20112e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Church in Padua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These pictures are of the church in Padua. We spent a while here, looking at everything. Mom took all these pictures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6904/3019/1600/Mom"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6904/3019/320/Mom%27s%20Italy%20Pics%20116e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Metallic Horseman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty neat statue in front of the church in Padua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6904/3019/1600/Mom"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6904/3019/320/Mom%27s%20Italy%20Pics%20108e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paduan church&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A front view of the church.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30763905-115239653572114884?l=justtravelingtoitalyalbum.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtravelingtoitalyalbum.blogspot.com/feeds/115239653572114884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30763905&amp;postID=115239653572114884&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30763905/posts/default/115239653572114884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30763905/posts/default/115239653572114884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtravelingtoitalyalbum.blogspot.com/2006/07/mom-takes-great-pics-p28.html' title='Mom Takes Great Pics p28'/><author><name>Just Traveling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10559088755630003408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09954033872164240814'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30763905.post-115239610536435419</id><published>2006-07-08T14:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T09:28:12.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Extremely Smart Women p27</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6904/3019/1600/Mom"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6904/3019/320/Mom%27s%20Italy%20Pics%20101e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're the smart ones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6904/3019/1600/Mom"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6904/3019/320/Mom%27s%20Italy%20Pics%20106e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another Ceiling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same place, different part of the ceiling. Yeah, those Italians painted everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30763905-115239610536435419?l=justtravelingtoitalyalbum.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtravelingtoitalyalbum.blogspot.com/feeds/115239610536435419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30763905&amp;postID=115239610536435419&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30763905/posts/default/115239610536435419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30763905/posts/default/115239610536435419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtravelingtoitalyalbum.blogspot.com/2006/07/2-extremely-smart-women-p27.html' title='2 Extremely Smart Women p27'/><author><name>Just Traveling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10559088755630003408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09954033872164240814'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30763905.post-115239564342427212</id><published>2006-07-08T14:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T09:17:59.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The University of Padua p26</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6904/3019/1600/Mom"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6904/3019/320/Mom%27s%20Italy%20Pics%20105e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ceiling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a picture mom took of the ceiling in the cloisters of the University of Padua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6904/3019/1600/Mom"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6904/3019/320/Mom%27s%20Italy%20Pics%20099e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The University of Padua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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. &lt;a href="http://www.wga.hu/frames-e.html?/html/g/giotto/padova/index.html"&gt;http://www.wga.hu/frames-e.html?/html/g/giotto/padova/index.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those pictures do it no justice, but thats as good as I can find.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30763905-115239564342427212?l=justtravelingtoitalyalbum.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtravelingtoitalyalbum.blogspot.com/feeds/115239564342427212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30763905&amp;postID=115239564342427212&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30763905/posts/default/115239564342427212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30763905/posts/default/115239564342427212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtravelingtoitalyalbum.blogspot.com/2006/07/university-of-padua-p26.html' title='The University of Padua p26'/><author><name>Just Traveling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10559088755630003408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09954033872164240814'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30763905.post-115239546899244253</id><published>2006-07-08T14:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T09:05:43.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PADUA! p25</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6904/3019/1600/Mom"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6904/3019/320/Mom%27s%20Italy%20Pics%20114.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Padua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the second city that we stayed in during our visit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30763905-115239546899244253?l=justtravelingtoitalyalbum.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtravelingtoitalyalbum.blogspot.com/feeds/115239546899244253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30763905&amp;postID=115239546899244253&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30763905/posts/default/115239546899244253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30763905/posts/default/115239546899244253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtravelingtoitalyalbum.blogspot.com/2006/07/padua-p25.html' title='PADUA! p25'/><author><name>Just Traveling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10559088755630003408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09954033872164240814'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30763905.post-115239533252217166</id><published>2006-07-08T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T09:04:04.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Villa Crispi p23</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6904/3019/1600/Mom"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6904/3019/320/Mom%27s%20Italy%20Pics%20094e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Cappucino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6904/3019/1600/Mom"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6904/3019/320/Mom%27s%20Italy%20Pics%20093e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out the window&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6904/3019/1600/Mom"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6904/3019/320/Mom%27s%20Italy%20Pics%20096e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sound of Music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30763905-115239533252217166?l=justtravelingtoitalyalbum.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtravelingtoitalyalbum.blogspot.com/feeds/115239533252217166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30763905&amp;postID=115239533252217166&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30763905/posts/default/115239533252217166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30763905/posts/default/115239533252217166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtravelingtoitalyalbum.blogspot.com/2006/07/villa-crispi-p23.html' title='Villa Crispi p23'/><author><name>Just Traveling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10559088755630003408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09954033872164240814'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30763905.post-115239513213186394</id><published>2006-07-08T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T07:37:08.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gondolas, Gardens, and Me! p22</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6904/3019/1600/Italy%202006%20052e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6904/3019/320/Italy%202006%20052e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gondolimousine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6904/3019/1600/Mom"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6904/3019/320/Mom%27s%20Italy%20Pics%20023e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Typical tourist. Typical Venice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6904/3019/1600/Italy%202006%20034e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6904/3019/320/Italy%202006%20034e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Floating Garden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30763905-115239513213186394?l=justtravelingtoitalyalbum.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtravelingtoitalyalbum.blogspot.com/feeds/115239513213186394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30763905&amp;postID=115239513213186394&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30763905/posts/default/115239513213186394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30763905/posts/default/115239513213186394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtravelingtoitalyalbum.blogspot.com/2006/07/gondolas-gardens-and-me-p22.html' title='Gondolas, Gardens, and Me! p22'/><author><name>Just Traveling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10559088755630003408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09954033872164240814'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30763905.post-115239491348549466</id><published>2006-07-08T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T07:15:13.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wedding Party p21</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6904/3019/1600/Mom"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6904/3019/320/Mom%27s%20Italy%20Pics%20042e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rolls Royce, Venice model&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6904/3019/1600/Mom"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6904/3019/320/Mom%27s%20Italy%20Pics%20043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mariachi Band&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30763905-115239491348549466?l=justtravelingtoitalyalbum.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtravelingtoitalyalbum.blogspot.com/feeds/115239491348549466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30763905&amp;postID=115239491348549466&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30763905/posts/default/115239491348549466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30763905/posts/default/115239491348549466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtravelingtoitalyalbum.blogspot.com/2006/07/wedding-party-p21.html' title='The Wedding Party p21'/><author><name>Just Traveling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10559088755630003408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09954033872164240814'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30763905.post-115239477959157380</id><published>2006-07-08T14:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T14:52:27.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fancy Schmancy Stonework p20</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6904/3019/1600/Italy%202006%20095e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6904/3019/320/Italy%202006%20095e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a breather here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6904/3019/1600/Italy%202006%20094e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6904/3019/320/Italy%202006%20094e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Building to the Right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6904/3019/1600/Italy%202006%20110e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6904/3019/320/Italy%202006%20110e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, what a bridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, the gondolas were strategically placed for my picture. I really appreciate that mister gondoliers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30763905-115239477959157380?l=justtravelingtoitalyalbum.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtravelingtoitalyalbum.blogspot.com/feeds/115239477959157380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30763905&amp;postID=115239477959157380&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30763905/posts/default/115239477959157380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30763905/posts/default/115239477959157380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtravelingtoitalyalbum.blogspot.com/2006/07/fancy-schmancy-stonework-p20.html' title='Fancy Schmancy Stonework p20'/><author><name>Just Traveling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10559088755630003408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09954033872164240814'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30763905.post-115239460808525597</id><published>2006-07-08T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T14:43:58.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking a Breather p19</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6904/3019/1600/Italy%202006%20101e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6904/3019/320/Italy%202006%20101e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setting Up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6904/3019/1600/Italy%202006%20009e.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6904/3019/320/Italy%202006%20009e.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guitar accompanied by CD player.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6904/3019/1600/Italy%202006%20100e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6904/3019/320/Italy%202006%20100e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many views.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30763905-115239460808525597?l=justtravelingtoitalyalbum.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtravelingtoitalyalbum.blogspot.com/feeds/115239460808525597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30763905&amp;postID=115239460808525597&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30763905/posts/default/115239460808525597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30763905/posts/default/115239460808525597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtravelingtoitalyalbum.blogspot.com/2006/07/taking-breather-p19.html' title='Taking a Breather p19'/><author><name>Just Traveling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10559088755630003408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09954033872164240814'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30763905.post-115239392008900920</id><published>2006-07-08T14:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T14:29:27.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Peaceful Church p18</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6904/3019/1600/Italy%202006%20097e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6904/3019/320/Italy%202006%20097e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a normal church&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6904/3019/1600/Italy%202006%20103e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6904/3019/320/Italy%202006%20103e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like the picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really liked how the trees around this building mimicked its architectural features.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6904/3019/1600/Italy%202006%20102e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6904/3019/320/Italy%202006%20102e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More of the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said in the caption, above. The trees just seemed like they were embracing and naturally immitating the shape of the church.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30763905-115239392008900920?l=justtravelingtoitalyalbum.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtravelingtoitalyalbum.blogspot.com/feeds/115239392008900920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30763905&amp;postID=115239392008900920&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30763905/posts/default/115239392008900920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30763905/posts/default/115239392008900920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtravelingtoitalyalbum.blogspot.com/2006/07/peaceful-church-p18.html' title='Peaceful Church p18'/><author><name>Just Traveling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10559088755630003408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09954033872164240814'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30763905.post-115239307835565787</id><published>2006-07-08T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T14:24:44.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>At the Top and the Bottom p17</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6904/3019/1600/Mom"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6904/3019/320/Mom%27s%20Italy%20Pics%20025e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the Top!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6904/3019/1600/Italy%202006%20055e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6904/3019/320/Italy%202006%20055e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the green grass grows...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30763905-115239307835565787?l=justtravelingtoitalyalbum.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtravelingtoitalyalbum.blogspot.com/feeds/115239307835565787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30763905&amp;postID=115239307835565787&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30763905/posts/default/115239307835565787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30763905/posts/default/115239307835565787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtravelingtoitalyalbum.blogspot.com/2006/07/at-top-and-bottom-p17.html' title='At the Top and the Bottom p17'/><author><name>Just Traveling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10559088755630003408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09954033872164240814'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30763905.post-115239284205541846</id><published>2006-07-08T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T14:21:30.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spiraling Staircase p16</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6904/3019/1600/Italy%202006%20057e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6904/3019/320/Italy%202006%20057e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;View from the Top&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6904/3019/1600/Italy%202006%20054e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6904/3019/320/Italy%202006%20054e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staircase to ...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6904/3019/1600/Mom"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6904/3019/320/Mom%27s%20Italy%20Pics%20029e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rooftops&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the second to top level of the out-of-place staircase, you get this view. I think mom got a pretty cool picture.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30763905-115239284205541846?l=justtravelingtoitalyalbum.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtravelingtoitalyalbum.blogspot.com/feeds/115239284205541846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30763905&amp;postID=115239284205541846&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30763905/posts/default/115239284205541846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30763905/posts/default/115239284205541846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtravelingtoitalyalbum.blogspot.com/2006/07/spiraling-staircase-p16.html' title='Spiraling Staircase p16'/><author><name>Just Traveling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10559088755630003408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09954033872164240814'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30763905.post-115239236096444940</id><published>2006-07-08T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T14:10:11.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Venice's Backyard p15</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6904/3019/1600/Italy%202006%20077e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6904/3019/320/Italy%202006%20077e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a Back Yard Patio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I think of it, I remember it being extremely quiet in the plaza ... even though the kids were being pretty rambunctious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6904/3019/1600/Italy%202006%20076e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6904/3019/320/Italy%202006%20076e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Nice Break&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 ....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30763905-115239236096444940?l=justtravelingtoitalyalbum.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtravelingtoitalyalbum.blogspot.com/feeds/115239236096444940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30763905&amp;postID=115239236096444940&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30763905/posts/default/115239236096444940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30763905/posts/default/115239236096444940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtravelingtoitalyalbum.blogspot.com/2006/07/venices-backyard-p15.html' title='Venice&apos;s Backyard p15'/><author><name>Just Traveling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10559088755630003408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09954033872164240814'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30763905.post-115239220714733007</id><published>2006-07-08T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T15:00:12.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Heart of Venice p14</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6904/3019/1600/Italy%202006%20045e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6904/3019/320/Italy%202006%20045e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Big Plaza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this picture, St.Marks is right behind you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6904/3019/1600/Italy%202006%20041e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6904/3019/320/Italy%202006%20041e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doge's Palace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6904/3019/1600/Italy%202006%20048e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6904/3019/320/Italy%202006%20048e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the Stone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30763905-115239220714733007?l=justtravelingtoitalyalbum.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtravelingtoitalyalbum.blogspot.com/feeds/115239220714733007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30763905&amp;postID=115239220714733007&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30763905/posts/default/115239220714733007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30763905/posts/default/115239220714733007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtravelingtoitalyalbum.blogspot.com/2006/07/heart-of-venice-p14.html' title='The Heart of Venice p14'/><author><name>Just Traveling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10559088755630003408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09954033872164240814'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30763905.post-115239202583553076</id><published>2006-07-08T13:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T13:15:19.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its the details that count p13</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6904/3019/1600/Italy%202006%20043e.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6904/3019/320/Italy%202006%20043e.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ornate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6904/3019/1600/Italy%202006%20099e.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6904/3019/320/Italy%202006%20099e.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Columns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a pic of the facade of the building the bohemian musicians played in front of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6904/3019/1600/Italy%202006%20051.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6904/3019/320/Italy%202006%20051.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What classification of Classical Columns?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30763905-115239202583553076?l=justtravelingtoitalyalbum.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtravelingtoitalyalbum.blogspot.com/feeds/115239202583553076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30763905&amp;postID=115239202583553076&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30763905/posts/default/115239202583553076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30763905/posts/default/115239202583553076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtravelingtoitalyalbum.blogspot.com/2006/07/its-details-that-count-p13.html' title='Its the details that count p13'/><author><name>Just Traveling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10559088755630003408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09954033872164240814'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>