Marco Polo Airport

We made it to Venice. We were very skeptical that our luggage actually followed us (and the lady at the airline). Our intuition, logic, whatever it is, was correct. Fortunately, because we packed so much and packed it the way we did taking a carry-on for the days in Venice so we wouldn’t have to even open the big bags. Smart thinking. We had everything we needed and baggage claim told us in broken English that our bags will be delivered to our apartment. Grazie Mile.

So now off to buy ticket to the Alilaguna for our boat ride to Venezia. Easy Peezy. It really wasn’t as crazy and “scary” as in Rome in the train station. I didn’t feel like I was going to be pickpocketed or taken advantage of. We took the ferry across the lagoon to Morano, where they make glass, for a ferry stop and then on to Fondamente Nova which was our stop. What we didn’t realize fast enough was that this was our stop. They literally spent 30 seconds at the stop. Suddenly, we were moving on before we could determine whether we were supposed to get off. The guy told us to get off at the next and walk back. Ugh. Stupido Americanos. It’s like the subway. Doors open. Doors close. Except on the subway, you can actually hear someone say the name of the stop. They move fastЧитать далее