TRAVEL
These last two weekends we had two days to go and travel around the area. We decided to go from coast to coast: Venice and La Spezia. Italy is lucky to have an extensive train system that makes travel like this simple and efficient. They are, however, not blessed with a reliable one. Pretty much every time we got on a train it was delayed, meaning we’d miss a connection because the first was late, and have to reroute while scrambling for English speakers. At one point we missed the last train to Pavia and had to get a 120-euro cab back home. The cities we visited were well worth the hassle.
Our first weekend we went to Venice. It was breathtaking, every street in that city looks like it should be on a postcard. I mostly know that because we got lost so many times it felt like we had seen every street on the island. They’re all short with tall buildings and almost no signs to distinguish one line of tourist shops from another. Finally reaching the square was transcendent, you emerge from a seemingly normal path and are dropped off on a big, bustling, beautiful scene of history mingled with tourists. The way San Marco touched the turquoise water, or how gondolas go from one shore to the other made my appreciate for this country even more profound.
Out second weekend was in La Spezia. I feel like my time here is full of those moments where you lose your train of thought, your words, and your mobility in a moment of pure awe. When we got off the bus and walked around the corner to see Porto Venere, I felt my whole body seize up so I could stand there and just take the view in. I had never seen tall, rolling hills meet crystal clear water, or a castle and cathedral sitting right along the border where the edge meets the shore. I can’t imagine what it must have been like for the people who found and built on that land but I am extremely envious of them. I am grateful for a world so vast and diverse that can allow me to experience the land and culture of other nations
Our first weekend we went to Venice. It was breathtaking, every street in that city looks like it should be on a postcard. I mostly know that because we got lost so many times it felt like we had seen every street on the island. They’re all short with tall buildings and almost no signs to distinguish one line of tourist shops from another. Finally reaching the square was transcendent, you emerge from a seemingly normal path and are dropped off on a big, bustling, beautiful scene of history mingled with tourists. The way San Marco touched the turquoise water, or how gondolas go from one shore to the other made my appreciate for this country even more profound.
Out second weekend was in La Spezia. I feel like my time here is full of those moments where you lose your train of thought, your words, and your mobility in a moment of pure awe. When we got off the bus and walked around the corner to see Porto Venere, I felt my whole body seize up so I could stand there and just take the view in. I had never seen tall, rolling hills meet crystal clear water, or a castle and cathedral sitting right along the border where the edge meets the shore. I can’t imagine what it must have been like for the people who found and built on that land but I am extremely envious of them. I am grateful for a world so vast and diverse that can allow me to experience the land and culture of other nations
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