| Italy September 20, 2012 Still in Venice today
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This is our
last day in Venice, then we'll take a train back to Milan tomorrow for
a day of leisure before heading back to Texas on Saturday. Today is the
last day that I will post. Most of the day was spent nosing around the
neighborhood. We were originally booked in Hotel Iris. They had an issue
and moved us to Hotel Astoria. However, they didn't have a "normal"
room for us the first night and it was kind-of tight. They upgraded us
today to a more (?) acceptable room. Better planning next time. (Especially,
if Joy is with me.) |
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Outside our
window of our first room. |
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In hot pursuit
of today's activities. |
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I can't count
how many tour groups we passed today. All the tour guides hold up some
sort of flag or notebook and are speaking into a microphone. The group
itself has earphones to listen to the comments. I don't know how they
even stay together. |
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San Marco
Plaza |
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Water Taxi,
120 Euros (about 45 minutes) |
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Our hotel
was very near San Marco Plaza |
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Wonder what
happens when a cruise ship comes to town? |
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Photo toward
the open water |
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This is the
Ferrari shop. How did they get this thing in here? |
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After the
upgrade. We're up-town now. |
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Photo out
the window of the second room |
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Again, out
the room of the upgrade |
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Joy wouldn't
pose with these two masked ladies, but this lady jumped right in there. |
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Rialto Bridge
(famous bridge) |
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Water Bus,
7 Euro for a ride around the corner. |
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Gondola, 80
Euro. |
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Inbound Freight |
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They wouldn't
know what to do with all the space in West Texas. |
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Shopping for
anything and everything. |
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When Joy and
I were in the Train Station in Milan, I asked for Ketchup with my meal.
They gave me one packet of Ketchup for 20 cents. Every since, I've been
asking the price first. We ordered this plate because we thought those
were onion rings in the picture. As it turned out, it was Calamari just
cut like onion rings? Also, that white stuff at the bottom of the plate
is called mais (maise, which is corn), but when the young waitress pronounced
it, it sounded like mice. Joy wouldn't eat it. Tasted like compressed
grits. (The ketchup was free, but they made up for it on the other stuff.) |
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Apparently,
another cruise ship has made it. |
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It happens!
(That's all folks) |
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p.s. In the
next day or two, I'll be adding a couple of long videos of rides in days
past. (as soon as I can get some better internet) |
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