Venice

Two nights in Milan, then a one way train to Venice.

If I could describe Venice in one word, it would be, tourixpensive.

Tourixpensive, if I had my way, would be a the word that describes how Venice is a combination of tourism and expensive things. That is as obvious as it sounds - the population of tourists in Venice sometimes double that of its native population!

Either way, the city was incredibly gorgeous. I thought it was actually quite repetitive. Every turn became a canal with a view of colorful buildings, and the canals really stank. Not my favorite thing so far.

Seeing the horses of St. Mark was as amazing as that sounds. I think at this point I have seen all the reproductions of them: the reproductions on the Capitoline hill, the copies

The coffee at Cafe Florian though was pretty good! Considering they were charging a 4 euro fee for counter service, it had better be a good cappuccino.

Our stay at Camp Jolly was really jolly.

All day we were dreading the stay since we booked a dirt cheap 13-room dormitory for 10 euro a night, but it was a total surprise! Not only did it have an awesome swimming pool, arcade, bar (super cheap), and market (with super cheap alcohol - see the pattern?), but they bumped us up (for free!) to a private bungalow with AC and a private bathroom. It was pretty much the least sweaty night of this entire trip! They also had laundry machines, which was a godsend.

Sunday, we basically traveled on trains all day. I made an impulsive decision to buy
Angels and Demons for more than I should have at the Venice Santa Lucia train station, and that was basically 6 hours of my life. What a fantastic book.

Now we are in Cinque Terre.