May 12
We awoke to street noises and the st. mark’s bell and then got our day started around 9am. We debated heading all the way back to the train station to check the schedule for our exit the next day, but instead decided to hit the internet cafe. I also was needing to email our next hotel as they wanted notice a few days in advance, of our approximate arrival time.
We got to the internet cafe, and it was not due to open for another 15 minutes, so we found a nearby street cafe and had an espresso and a cappichino. It was my first attempt (I think) at an espresso and I must say it was quite bitter, I think I eventually had a bigger sugar to coffee ratio. However, I had most of lisa’s cappichino and it was the best one yet of the trip.
The cafe opened and we took care of buisness. At that point we decided to get on a water bus and make our way across the backside of the canal and go to a few churces across the way. But once on the bus, we had front seats in the air, we didn’t want to get off at the 3rd stop. So we decided to stay on for all 15 stops and then get off at the last stop and do the Accademia museum instead. We were enjoying our cheap bus ride, in the open air. Part of me thought we should just go round and round all day. It was that much fun. Though, we got off at the Accademia museum, and before going in the museum, ate some pizza at a cafe right outside. Mike would have loved this pizza because it was not very high quality and tasted like it was frozen pizza from back home. Lisa barely made it through a slice, and I wasn’t gonna leave it.
There was no line for the museum and it was not very crowded. It started with some byzantine art, but worked our way through art by Veronese, Bellini, Giogiorne, and some Tintoretto’s. I recall from my trip in 1997, that my favorite two items from this place was The Tempest by San Giogiorne and The Feast in the House of Levi by Veronese. I’m not sure why I included the Tempest, because on further review, there wasn’t much special to it. Although, it had a long and complicated history, so maybe that is what I found so pleasing. Veronese however, I think I really like. I like many of his pieces, and The Feast I think is one of my favorites. I also like the story and history behind it. It takes up a giant wall and is full of details. I think I could spend hours looking at it.
Part of me wishes that there were some great museums with just one or two pieces of art. I think I’d like to once, just sit for 2 hours in front of one piece, reflecting, praying, writing, and seeing what thoughts come to mind. But in days of fast travel, and even quicker society, there isn’t time for that. Maybe one day.
Speaking of speed, we made it through that museum in a mere 45 minutes. Hopped back onto the water bus, with intentions and determinations this time of getting to the churches across the way. The first church was called Il Redentore (the Redeemer). This church is beautiful. Not only is it pretty, but every nave seemed to have a great piece of art by Tintoretto. I loved the arches, and the domes and the perked ceilings. I snapped a couple of pictures, but then got reprimanded, albeit kindly. Il Redentore has a cool background story.
We walked a few blocks and then realized that we needed another water bus, and found our way to San Giogore church. Lisa enjoyed the beauty of this one more than the last. It is a gorgeous church with a large campinelle. It housed great works of art, and we could take pictures more freely, and explore more depths of the choirs and main basillica. We took the elevator up the campinelle for great views of Venice. As Dr. Carlander would have said, “beautiful.” Lisa must be getting at least slightly annoyed, as I keep reminicing about when I was here last, travelling with school, enjoy the friendship of Andrew. Some things that we are doing, such as visiting these 2 churches, were things that I did and enjoyed so much before.
Along those lines, after San Giogore, we took a water bus to the San Salute church, which when I was here, was our stop. I was attempting to find my way back to the hotel I stayed at before, so I could show her where we would climb in and out of the window, and how it was right across from where a famous poet once lived. We found the Hotel Messener, but despite going in every alley, could not find my window or the poets house.
We traversed over bridges, through alleys, across squares and then more bridges and found our way back to our room. I did some Snide prep work and we rested. Then, we went back to the itnernet cafe where I spent a frustrating 2 hours trying to publish my Snides. The attempt to upload a video to youtube kept failing, I would get typed and insert a bunch of photos and tags, and then the computer or server would freeze and when I would re-enter into the right page, I’d find that I lost 20-30 minutes of work. We kept buying 30 minute increments, and eventually I completed (all but the youtube video) of my posts up until Venice.
We then walked about 45 minutes looking for the perfect place to enjoy our last meal in Venice. Sadly, we didn’t find the perfect place, but gave up looking cause we were tired of walking, and energetic for food. I had a caprese that was substandard and Lisa ate some very good minnestrone soup. My next plate was Spaghetti Pomodoro which was very delicious, and she had a pizza Margerhita that was substandard. All of this chased down by frizzante (Peligrino).
We made our way back to our hotel, stopping briefly to take some very nice pictures in St. Mark’s square, as the sky light was perfect. We tried to set an alarm lisa downloaded for her computer as we were going to attempt to wake up at 5:00 am so that we could catch the 6:00 am water bus, that would get us to the train station by 6:30 so that we could catch the 7:20 train ride to the Cinque Terre. This train ride would take approximatley 7 hours so we didn’t want to miss the early train as the next one was 2 hours later and wouldn’t get us to our destination till 6pm.
Needless to say, I was not expecting a great night of sleep, as I had my doubts on if the alarm would work. Little did I know, that it was going to be an even worse night of sleep than I expected and would still end in failure, with slight redemption.
As I have been thinking and preparing for my upcoming jaunt to Italy, I have been looking through old art and personal journals from previous travels. I’d like to share what I wrote on June 1st, 1997.
