day 1 & 2 (Frankfurt), day 3 (Frankfurt & Switzerland), day 4 (Switzerland), day 5 (Switzerland), day 6 (Milan), day 7 (Padua & Venice).
welcome to day 8!
Day 8 started with light streaming in through the overhead window of our apartment room and light pitter-patter on the roof.
our balcony was wet the entire time. it'd had been nice to spend some time out here having a meal or some drinks. (we tried to have brekkie out the next morning, only to retreat into our warm room 5 min later)
that's pretty much all we see of St Marks' Square from the balcony...not the scene we pictured in our head from the description given when we were booking the place..
at breakfast. this is normally where i'll make a mental note of the route we will go that day.. though i always like a little detour.
Thus begin our grand exploration of Venice city.
we made ourselves something for our new home.
we couldn't resist any other italian hot chocolate after that one in Milan!
it wouldn't be the best, but it was perfect for that foggy, rainy morning.
hello kitty invasion
befitting for our honeymoon since it was our wedding march-out song
before my fingers drop off from that 2-3 hours walk, we sat down at a venetian cafe in st mark's square
catchy live music was playing...
ow-ow seemed to be enjoying himself..
.. but this has got to be the single most ridiculously expensive limoncello gelato i ever had in my entire life.
is it any wonder he did not look pleased?
the bird whisperer
late lunch near our apartment
we were the "dandolo".
lights were already being switched on... it was still early!
a boat ride later, and it was dark.
i call that one "smurfeccini"
i wanna bring them all home....
a convenience shop of vending machines. you can have a pizza, drinks and popcorn, all directly from the machines. and if you ran out of ciggies, tissues or any other kind of sanitary products, fear not! the machines are here!
guess what's for dinner
Well, that has got to be the worst meal we had during the entire trip. Always, always stay clear of restaurants that hide its cooking staff away from view and resort to touting. My personal observation and ought-to-be-trademarked theory: In Italy, spend your money at a restaurant where you can see an open kitchen and preferably someone flipping a pizza in front of the oven. That’s where all the good food are.
That concludes day 8, be back for more! ciao!