I realize that I never got around to writing about our third day and final day in Venice. My only explanation to that is that I’ve been crazy busy and tired the last few months. Writing a blog post takes some time, what with getting it all right, writing in my second (3rd, 4th?) language, and preparing and editing all the photos that go into the post. But I’m writing this blog for the memories, and the memories of Venice are still pretty clear, so, finally, here’s the 3rd and last post about our three days in Venice. You can read my Venice Diary Day 1 and Day 2 as well.
Our plane wasn’t leaving until around 7-8 in the evening, so we had plenty of time to enjoy Venice on our last day. After breakfast, we headed out to Campo Santa Margherita to soak up the last rays of the sun. We knew that heavy rain and wind awaited us back in Copenhagen, and I needed that extra vitamin D. We grabbed a Coke on the square, watching the Italians celebrate a Christening in the restaurant next to us, all dressed to nines, drinking colorful spritzers. That’s one thing that I’ve generally found about Italians: they always dress to impress.
I really didn’t want to leave but we had a day left to explore… and I still hadn’t tasted gelato! The horror!
After the gelato, we just walked around, got lost, walked back, got lost… and so forth. I really don’t mind getting lost in Venice, though. Everywhere you look there’s a new, beautiful building you’ve haven’t seen before like this one with pretty flowers hanging from the balconies…
…or this one with a cute French balcony right by the water (I imagine myself sitting there with a glass of wine in the evening.)…
…or these colorful reflections in the canal, and a seagull sleeping on one of the boats.
Seagulls, seagulls everywhere!
But really, how can you mind getting lost in this town?
After walking for hours, we finally found a place that served truffle pasta (favorite dish everrrr!) and had huge wine glasses, so naturally, we asked for a table:
I didn’t mind that it was called Chat qui Rit (smiling cat in French) and had the cutest logo I’ve ever seen anywhere, ever.
Just before my pasta with truffles came in, my camera battery decided enough was enough. We ate up, walked home, and took a bus back to the airport and went home to chilly, rainy Copenhagen. However, we didn’t stay long because just 3 weeks later, it was time for our next adventure (check back tomorrow!)