venezia
italy - the country of the best wine, the only pizza, passionate temperament, captivating architecture, and creative people. one could say that i like it, and indeed i do. so it was in nervous anticipation that i was going to venice to engulf myself in delaying splendour in the week before christmas, and despite the cold this proved to be a perfect time to go, as it equalled to a sparse number of tourists. renate’s invitation and company, who booked a lovely hotel for us right behind piazza san marco, made this trip even more special... man what a present... one that lasts for 4 days, that is 96 hours, or 5760 seconds, and i loved every single one of them.
our arrival on monday afternoon was greeted with rain, which scared us greatly, yet the promises of the hotel staff that the next day would be sunny became a true prophecy and so i found myself at sunrise on piazza san marco 
taking pictures of sleepy pigeons and not tourist obscured buildings. the next days passed like in a dream. renate and i walked through nearly every street of the old quarters, from san marco to san polo, santa croce, and cannaregio, 
taking in as many piazzas as cappuccini – after all it was cold, real cold, and one has to rest the cobble treading feet and warm the filled core in regular intervals, doesn’t one? and then there was the shopping, the stylish leather bags in black/red which of course i could not resist, the black/golden mask, 
the clothe and of course the woolly hats that i purchased in seemingly regular intervals in order to keep my ears from falling off. the latter proved to be a marvellous idea when i decided to take a boat to s. giorgio and take the lift up the campanile di s. giorgio maggiore. 
now in case you have no idea what i am talking about i give you a hint, despite a crystal clear sky the temperatures where rather low, especially for someone who just popped over from the tropics, and the on top of the campanile was proportionate to the height of the tower. but it was worth it, because who would want to miss the view?
in short it was brilliant, i loved every canal, every house, every gondola, every meal, every, well everything. but if i had to list the absolute highlights i would have to say the top favourite
would be the osteria “sora al ponte” right behind the fish market, which had not only the friendliest staff but also the most amazing food at even more amazingly low prices. another memorable moment would be the first sight of the ponto di rialto at night and the late evening baroque concert in a converted church building which are in a head to head race with the taxi boat rides along the canale grande in dazzling sunshine. 
i think these were my absolute highlights, but of course i cannot speak for you, so there is only one thing for you to do right now, go and see for yourself, before the lagoon swallows the entire town.
italy - the country of the best wine, the only pizza, passionate temperament, captivating architecture, and creative people. one could say that i like it, and indeed i do. so it was in nervous anticipation that i was going to venice to engulf myself in delaying splendour in the week before christmas, and despite the cold this proved to be a perfect time to go, as it equalled to a sparse number of tourists. renate’s invitation and company, who booked a lovely hotel for us right behind piazza san marco, made this trip even more special... man what a present... one that lasts for 4 days, that is 96 hours, or 5760 seconds, and i loved every single one of them.
our arrival on monday afternoon was greeted with rain, which scared us greatly, yet the promises of the hotel staff that the next day would be sunny became a true prophecy and so i found myself at sunrise on piazza san marco 
taking pictures of sleepy pigeons and not tourist obscured buildings. the next days passed like in a dream. renate and i walked through nearly every street of the old quarters, from san marco to san polo, santa croce, and cannaregio, 
taking in as many piazzas as cappuccini – after all it was cold, real cold, and one has to rest the cobble treading feet and warm the filled core in regular intervals, doesn’t one? and then there was the shopping, the stylish leather bags in black/red which of course i could not resist, the black/golden mask, 
the clothe and of course the woolly hats that i purchased in seemingly regular intervals in order to keep my ears from falling off. the latter proved to be a marvellous idea when i decided to take a boat to s. giorgio and take the lift up the campanile di s. giorgio maggiore. 
now in case you have no idea what i am talking about i give you a hint, despite a crystal clear sky the temperatures where rather low, especially for someone who just popped over from the tropics, and the on top of the campanile was proportionate to the height of the tower. but it was worth it, because who would want to miss the view?
in short it was brilliant, i loved every canal, every house, every gondola, every meal, every, well everything. but if i had to list the absolute highlights i would have to say the top favourite
would be the osteria “sora al ponte” right behind the fish market, which had not only the friendliest staff but also the most amazing food at even more amazingly low prices. another memorable moment would be the first sight of the ponto di rialto at night and the late evening baroque concert in a converted church building which are in a head to head race with the taxi boat rides along the canale grande in dazzling sunshine. 
i think these were my absolute highlights, but of course i cannot speak for you, so there is only one thing for you to do right now, go and see for yourself, before the lagoon swallows the entire town.
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