Italy Day Nine: Bought a messenger bag inscribed with the name Max Power; walked through Piazzetta San Marco in the sunshine; saw a drawing of a room whose walls resembled comic strip panels; took in a glass blowing demonstration at the Murano glass factory; admired the many-colored houses of the island of Burano; strolled through the nearly deserted island of Torcello; rode a boat back to Venice in the rain; ate a delicious sea bass.
Archive for March, 2010
Italy Day Eight: Woke up just as the hotel stopped serving breakfast; read a book on the patio; bought a Venetian mask; listened to a merchant extol the virtues of genuine Murano glass (as opposed to cheap Chinese knock-offs); bought a genuine Murano vase; walked through Piazzetta San Marco in the rain; took a water taxi in lieu of a gondola; brought pizza and wine back to the hotel room for an AWESOME dinner.
Italy Day Seven: Failed to rub the nose of the Porcellino (piglet) statue for good luck; found a picture of the statue on Wikipedia and rubbed the touchscreen instead; checked out of the hotel; took the train to Venice; checked into the hotel; crossed the Rialto Bridge; confirmed with a shopkeeper that Italian newspapers do not carry comics; snapped a photo of an underground comics-style poster; ate polenta and was underwhelmed.
Italy Day Six: Washed clothes at the laundromat; folded clothes at the hotel, only to find that two pairs of boxer shorts were missing; bought a Sunday newspaper, only to find that it contained no comics whatsoever; saw the Duomo from the inside; went on a bicycle tour of Florence; saw drawings of suggested facades for the plain-faced Church of Santo Spirito; found both pairs of boxer shorts while walking back to the hotel.
Italy Day Five: Heard the song Telephone by Lady Gaga and Beyonce; noticed that the air conditioner in the hotel room resembled a Nintendo Entertainment System; bought an orange on the vine at the Mercato Centrale; waited 30 minutes for lunch at Trattoria Mario; saw Michelangelo’s enormous David statue, a haunting statue of a woman on her deathbed, and an inspiring set of Russian Orthodox icons at the Galleria dell’Accademia.
Italy Day Four: Enjoyed a cup of tea at breakfast; experienced the language barrier first-hand; checked out of the hotel; barely caught the train to Florence; met an American couple (Kipp and Dana, also on their honeymoon, also from the Midwest); checked into the hotel; encouraged my wife to buy an Italian leather jacket; saw the Duomo from the outside; ate a prawn; sampled coconut- and nutella-flavored gelato.
Italy Day Three: Woke up hung over from drinking 1/2 liter of wine; got lost somewhere between the Metro and the Termini train station; paid ,70 Euro and ,80 Euro, respectively, to use two different public restrooms (the extra ,10 Euro made all the difference); slept for three hours; climbed the Spanish Steps to see the sun set over Rome; walked to the Piazza del Popolo; walked to the Vatican, where a huge crowd radiated good vibes.