As you might imagine, leaving the villa and its surrounds was incredibly difficult. We all bore long faces as our cars bumped down the difficult driveway for the last time. Such a peace of heaven we had enjoyed for a whole week.
Still, it was time to move on to another adventure.
My husband and I drove in a convoy of two with a couple we had planned to travel to Venizia with by train. First we had to turn in the rental cars in Firenze and then walk the couple of blocks to the train station. We stopped for a pizza lunch on the way so we’d be well fed and could avoid buying a sandwich on the train. (My last experience with train food ~ travelling Ljubiana to Vienna ~ didn’t turn out so well, and that’s putting it mildly.)
The trip by rail was easy.
When we arrived in Venizia my husband and I were whisked away by water taxi through canals big and small, and a traffic jam or two, to reach our hotel on the Calle dei Fabri near the Piazza San Marco.
The contrast between the serenity experienced in the Tuscan Hills and the relative chaos of Venezia was jarring at first. But there’s something about being in a city built on water that soothes the soul in a completely different way. Never mind the fact that we saw the first rain of our entire trip in this already water-logged place. Didn’t bother me one bit. It just seemed to add to the romance of it.
And then, of course, we found the best gelato in the whole of Venizia just a two minute walk from our hotel … 😉
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©Dorothy Chiotti … Aimwell CreativeWorks 2015