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venice 2012
Jul. 13th, 2012 05:47 pmI am back from Venice! First things first:
1. Marco Polo airport is the WORST DESIGNED AIRPORT IN HISTORY. Ever. It is IMPOSSIBLE to work out how to buy food and there is NO QUEUING SYSTEM and basically I loathe it.
2. I have been to Venice before. I got eaten alive that time. Having never had a reaction to insect bites, it was a disquieting experience. (Only other place to bite me was the ancient ruins in Rome. Nowhere else in Rome, I might add.) So this time, I insisted we took insect repellent. Failed to take into account possibility that a full day on the prosecco might result in forgetting to apply it. Massive great lump on thighs and and itchy foot have resulted.
Thus ends the public service announcements.
Other than that, Venice was AMAZING. It was the ultimate last minute decision. We both had this week off work, but we've been waiting on Richie hearing if he got a new job, which may have involved us moving house, possibly to an area that will not involve me having a job straight away. We have some savings, so we could cope (the new job would have paid enough for us to get away with it until I was working) but it would have negated doing anything with this week off. (Which we initially had to visit Richie's folks, but they were off to Tenerife. We're rubbish at this.)
Anyway, the job in question was being rubbish at letting Richie know if he had the job or not. "Look," I said one night. "If you don't get this job, we go away for a few days. Cornwall or something."
Except we only found out about it at 4.55pm on Friday. And the UK had all kinds of flooding on Thursday and Friday.
So on Saturday morning we found ourselves booking a very, very last minute trip to Venice. With some trepidation, it was to the same campsite I'd been to with Simon. WEIRD RIGHT, except they've updated it so we wouldn't be staying in a tent but in a private bungalow thing with a bathroom. Oh, and the flight over involved a five hour stopover at Gatwick. But hey, other than that is was reasonably cheap so we spent Saturday desperately working out how to get to Manchester airport, and getting a wee travel guide, and re-learning the little Italian I knew. And Sunday morning, we were off!
( Day 1: Starting as we mean to go on )
( Day 2: in which I wear inadequate footwear )
( Day 3: a slower pace )
( Day 4: yet more prosecco )
And that was our trip to Venice. Our neighbours for that night banged around for about three hours so sleep sort of wasn't on the menu, and the horror of Marco Polo airport made yesterday a little fraught, but now we're back home and I've typed this all up based on my notes while Richie re-arranges the living room. Still have yet to go on honeymoon, I hasten to point out, but this was a nice prequel to it, shall we say!
1. Marco Polo airport is the WORST DESIGNED AIRPORT IN HISTORY. Ever. It is IMPOSSIBLE to work out how to buy food and there is NO QUEUING SYSTEM and basically I loathe it.
2. I have been to Venice before. I got eaten alive that time. Having never had a reaction to insect bites, it was a disquieting experience. (Only other place to bite me was the ancient ruins in Rome. Nowhere else in Rome, I might add.) So this time, I insisted we took insect repellent. Failed to take into account possibility that a full day on the prosecco might result in forgetting to apply it. Massive great lump on thighs and and itchy foot have resulted.
Thus ends the public service announcements.
Other than that, Venice was AMAZING. It was the ultimate last minute decision. We both had this week off work, but we've been waiting on Richie hearing if he got a new job, which may have involved us moving house, possibly to an area that will not involve me having a job straight away. We have some savings, so we could cope (the new job would have paid enough for us to get away with it until I was working) but it would have negated doing anything with this week off. (Which we initially had to visit Richie's folks, but they were off to Tenerife. We're rubbish at this.)
Anyway, the job in question was being rubbish at letting Richie know if he had the job or not. "Look," I said one night. "If you don't get this job, we go away for a few days. Cornwall or something."
Except we only found out about it at 4.55pm on Friday. And the UK had all kinds of flooding on Thursday and Friday.
So on Saturday morning we found ourselves booking a very, very last minute trip to Venice. With some trepidation, it was to the same campsite I'd been to with Simon. WEIRD RIGHT, except they've updated it so we wouldn't be staying in a tent but in a private bungalow thing with a bathroom. Oh, and the flight over involved a five hour stopover at Gatwick. But hey, other than that is was reasonably cheap so we spent Saturday desperately working out how to get to Manchester airport, and getting a wee travel guide, and re-learning the little Italian I knew. And Sunday morning, we were off!
( Day 1: Starting as we mean to go on )
( Day 2: in which I wear inadequate footwear )
( Day 3: a slower pace )
( Day 4: yet more prosecco )
And that was our trip to Venice. Our neighbours for that night banged around for about three hours so sleep sort of wasn't on the menu, and the horror of Marco Polo airport made yesterday a little fraught, but now we're back home and I've typed this all up based on my notes while Richie re-arranges the living room. Still have yet to go on honeymoon, I hasten to point out, but this was a nice prequel to it, shall we say!
