Venice, Italy - City of Water

Maybe you can imagine my excitement.  I was finally getting to take the trip of a lifetime.  My first trip to Europe.  A 12-day Mediterranean cruise on the Norwegian Spirit.   I had never been so excited about a trip in my life.   I had a shore excursion booked for every single day except the day of our arrival in Venice.  I had packed the biggest, ugliest (easier to find in the baggage claim) suitcase I could find. and couldn't stop grinning as we made our way to the airport!  I could barely sleep on the flight because I was so excited.

The flight was uneventful and we arrived in Venice ready to get to the ship, drop off our stuff and go see as much as we could before the ship departed the dock that evening.  Unfortunately,  we got to the ship and got told we had to stay on ship for the mandatory safety drill, and we realized we only had a few short hours to explore.   I quickly realized I needed to book an excursion where we could see as much as possible.  Two things were mandatory.  I had to go on a gondola ride in the canal, and I had to visit St. Marks!

On the way to St. Mark's Square

They took us by boat from the ship dock to the drop off point near St. Mark's Square.  My eyes could barely take it all in.  It was dusk and the city lights were starting to illuminate the water.  The architecture took my breath away.  I was overwhelmed by the beauty of water and buildings as we chugged our way down the Grand Canal.  We got off the boat and our tour group promptly left at a fast pace and I realized, there was not going to be enough time to see nearly all I would like to see!


As we entered the Square, the architecture was amazing.  There were so many tour groups and people everywhere.  I couldn't take my eyes off the buildings.  I was listening to our guide with one ear and trying to capture as much as could on camera.  Unfortunately, I'm not the best with night photos!  A street vendor walked up with a rose, trying to tell Doug he needed to buy his beautiful woman a rose and distracted us.  I turned to take a picture and when I turned back around, our tour group was no where to be seen.  The panic that ensued was terrifying for a minute.  Here we were in a foreign city, unable to speak the language, and didn't have a clue where our group had gone.  Thankfully, after a few minutes, we were able to find another group with the same company, and they found our tour for us!  I learned very quickly to be more attentive to our group when trying to take photographs!




As we entered the Basilica, a hush went across the group.  The tour guide was very detailed with her history lesson.  We
were all in awe of the golden, glittery architecture and grandeur of the domes and the mosaics on the walls.  I had never seen anything so very beautiful in all my life.  As we traveled through behind the alter and saw the Golden Pala more valuable than anything I'd ever seen,  I couldn't keep the tears from filling my eyes, overwhelmed with the emotions of actually standing there, experiencing this.  We made our way down to the tomb and then back out into the square to continue to our gondolas.  

When we entered the square again, I didn't want to leave as there were tents set up with string quartets playing beautiful classical music.  Tables with white cloths and roses in front of each, and beautiful women and men sipping wine, enjoying the lovely evening.  It was such a sight to behold!  Such a busy, lively square.  I could have spent the whole evening here. However, we had to make our way through quickly as to not lose our group.

The gondola was everything I imagined.  It was so romantic being on the water, sitting close to my love, with the darkness of the night illuminated by the lights from the buildings.  We glided under footbridges with people smiling and waving down at us.  Another gondola beside ours featured musicians, singing in Italian and playing an accordion.  It was magical.  It was a night I will never forget.   We entered the grand canal, and small motorboats whizzed by, rocking the gondolas a little.  The canal was filled with gondolas and small boats making their way through the city.  Then, our group ducked back into a small canal and made it's way back to the dock.  It ended way to soon.  

We had to rush back to the main boat to get back to shore just in time to board before they pulled out.  As we stood on deck of the massive ship, making our way out of the Grand Canal, I vowed one day, we will go back and stay long enough to really tour the city.   Until then, I have my precious memories!