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13 August 2014

Last Day in Venezia

We spent our last night at Rosso Pomodoro (again).

When you have found the ristorante that serves the best pizza in Venice, there really is no other option.

Luckily the rain had cleared up and we  waltzed through St Mark's square to Calle Larga behind the Piazza.

I'm wearing an Amy Child's dress from her boutique (if you were wondering) available here.  
It clings to all the right places, is super comfortable and ever so flattering.



He even let me take a photo of us both. 

Just ONE though. 

ONLY because it was the last night.
We arrived at the trendy ristorante and got shown to our table outside. 

Our menus were in English this time. 

Success!

We still ordered the same as last time though...

It was just too good!


One thing that makes me angry about Italian pizza is that it is never cut. 
Luckily I bought my personal pizza cutter with me. 
After a very modest amount of more delicious chocolate cream. 

Four to be exact. 
We wandered back to the waterfront for midnight gazing
Before  retiring to the Bauer. 
At 6am I woke up to use the loo and out of the bathroom window I could see the sun was rising across Venice, through my very sleepy eyes.

I clambered back in to the room and frantically searched for my camera in the complete darkness. 

This was en excellent photo opportunity!

So there I was at 6 in the morning standing in the bath happily snapping away at the sunrise in my underwear. 

I do think anyone that would have found me there must have thought I was completely bonkers!!




It was worth it though right?

A few hours later, at a more reasonable time to be up, we were all packed up, all checked out and had a few hours left in this beautiful city.

So we decided to eat, obviously. 
At the Art Blu Cafe we had grilled calamari and a mushroom and smoked prosciutto pizza.

I have stuffed my mouth with a helluva a lot of pizza this holiday! (Will be doing extra squats when I'm home!)

It's basically all we have eaten. 

And I've enjoyed every single mouthful. 

Can you tell?




Back at the Bauer we indulged in a couple more glasses of Prosecco whilst waiting for our private water taxi to take us back to the airport.

Cry.

I might have got a little bit carried away...

These photos could either have been taken in a 200 year old lobby or could easily be mistaken for a crazy champagne party at a private suite in Vegas.

I'll let you decide which one it is. 



He was a little more disapproving...






Then it was time to bid farewell to this beautiful amazing romantic city. 

We savoured every last bit of the boat ride back to the airport in the glorious sunshine and got jealous of all the people just arriving in Venice ready to start their holiday.   


Ciao bella Italia! Until next time!


12 August 2014

Getting Lost in Venice

I woke up next morning listening to the rain.

Not really what we had hoped for, we had a very long lazy breakfast until the sun finally came out. 

I wanted to get lost in the city today, discover all the little secrets hidden in the back streets of Venice, go offbeat and away from the busy tourist areas.

We walked left from our hotel, then right and just kept going. 








Eventually we got to the other side and hit Rialto Bridge, which was tourist central. 

I can now say that I have walked over the famous Rialto Bridge but it was too busy for my liking. 




We quickly dipped out of the busy crowds in to the area of San Polo. 

We decided the rumble in our tummies must mean it was lunchtime. 

So went forth to find the least tourist-looking little restaurant to have lunch. 

Any establishment that served Prosecco by the jug was a-Okay with me!
I don't quite know what this little place was called but we sat among a couple of old Italian men being served their dinner, a large Italian family feasting on some pasta and a table of Italian men enjoying some nice cold beers with a bunch of antipasti. 

Yes, this place was perfect for a feast.






I know you want a close up of that pizza

Am I right?



Then we truly did get lost. 












To the point where there was nobody. 

Not even tourists!
Down very dodgy and narrow streets, which someone hinted could have been rat infested. 

Eugh!





It got to the point where I had to resort to my trusty guide books and a big ole' map.  

Until we finally made it back in to civilisation. 





We carried on walking until we finally made it back to our hotel!


The only problem is is that our hotel was on the other side of the Grand Canal!

Dun dun duun.
Can you see it over there with the red canopy?

We seriously debated swimming across the water.

Would we get arrested?

Or hit by a boat first?

After much consideration, we decided it was best to walk our poor little feet back over the Ponte dell'Aacademia bridge instead of tempting fate.

But there was one last stop before we made it back to the hotel.

That included a big old boat, a singing Italian and a couple of blonde tourists. 
A Gondola ride. 











The position of Gondola driver is very prestigious in Venice and can only be passed down from generation to generation. 

Luciano's father had been a Gondola driver and his grandfather before that. 
The price is steep at 80€ for 30 minutes, but it sits up to a family of six. 

And oh so worth it!

It definitely is one of those once in a lifetime experiences you must do. 
Luciano, our very charming Italian Gondola driver, gave us a whizzing tour of Venice and even sang to us!






















Soon he warned us that the rain was coming!

So after saying Ciao, we legged it back to our hotel so as to not get wet. 

The rain had cleared up by the time we went out for dinner, buuuut you will have to find out more about our last night tomorrow!

See you then!