Imagine Venice

Imagine Venice Imagine a city with no cars, it's easy if you come to Venice. Not so much as a motor scooter . If there is a road, it's for walking! This gorgeous city is a quant little maze of endless walking paths, surrounded and crossed by waterways slightly too large to Leap across. Gondola pilots on every corner, with their ribbon decorated hats offering tours bathed with accordion melodies and operatic delight.  We arrived with nothing but our backpacks and our need for a place to stay. We began hitting up lobbies of hotels along the grand canal and quickly learned there was no shortage of rooms for 300 euros a night. Not wanting to sell a kidney just yet, or sleep on the cobblestone we pressed on. The main arteries of Venice were clearly out of our league, so we started down the shadowy fingers that branched off the tourist boulevards. With our packs bending our backs, we were encouraged to press the call button next to an iron caged dimly lit doorway. Two stars, San Salvador, it was worth a shot. The door buzzed and we pulled it open, heading up a narrow stairway. Hello, ciao, Bon joir, said the friendly face behind the counter. This place felt like home. And at a "reasonable 90 euro" a night it was. Check the pics to see how "cozy" our room is:) We had a taste of this city when we arrived at a small cafe. Our server was a very friendly young man,who was pleasantly drunk. Okay, he was very drunk. We arrived on a holiday, he was working, and instead of going home for lunch as he had planned, he went out for drinks with friends. One thing lead to another,and before he knew it the only thin more smashed than his was our wine glasses as he knocked them off the bar! Very pleasant, and sloshing our drinks as he slurred his sentences, he delivered a great meal and made us laugh with his makeshift euro robot dancing. If only the oil patch at home had a similar tolerance for drinking, smoking, and cellphone usage on the job;) Stay tuned, Pat and Sarah P.s. the Dali museum was amazing.