• Venice

    8–10 Okt 2024, Italia ⋅ ☁️ 19 °C

    Oh boy, where do I even start? Day one in Venice was already like being dropped into a comedy sketch. Picture this: We arrive in Venezia, and the weather decides to turn into The Perfect Storm. My umbrella? HA! It gave up on life and decided to become a rebellious inside-out mess. Instead of protecting me, it flapped around like a fish out of water. I was soaked, but honestly, who cares when you're in VENICE, right?! This city is a labyrinth of beauty, mystery, and...water everywhere.

    We’ve been eating like we’re in training for some sort of Italian food marathon. I’m stuffed. Like, I could be rolled down the street like a meatball. Honestly, I’m ready to be put on a Christmas table. If I eat another plate of pasta, I might just become pasta. But let’s be real, worth every bite!

    Then there were the buildings—so many that my brain gave up on counting. Ancient, gorgeous, crumbling masterpieces around every corner. Every single street felt like a "wait, where are we?" moment. But getting lost in Venice? A delight! I mean, there's a gelato stand or a cozy little bar to duck into every 50 feet. And who can complain about being lost when there’s endless pizza, pasta, and prosecco?

    Now, let me tell you about the “silent party” situation. This is where it got weirdly amazing. Picture this: a crowd of people dancing like no one’s watching, except it’s all...quiet. Everyone’s grooving to their own invisible DJ in headphones. It was absolutely bizarre, but 10/10, I’d do it again. Silent but deadly fun!

    Speaking of parties, at San Marco, I somehow managed to request a song from the live musicians! Felt like royalty, not gonna lie. Music echoing through the square, me pretending like I wasn’t the center of attention. Casual.

    The most chaotic part? The hotel room was 5 FLOORS UP with no elevator. I felt like I was training for the Olympics just going back to the room. It was like, “Oh you had a nice pasta dinner? Time to burn it off climbing the Italian equivalent of Everest.” But now? Now I’m basically a stair-climbing champion, so no complaints there either!

    All in all, Venezia has been a wild, rainy, food-filled, and stair-heavy adventure.
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