Oh Ho, Fail Much?

3rd July, 2009, AEST 8:11pm

This is becoming a habit, doing my entries for the stop over on the train heading to a new place. But who cares. We arrived in Venezia on Wednesday afternoon, pretty much with no trouble except our train was late. But hey, shit happens. Ah Venice, it’s such a smelly and in some parts a dirty town, but unlike Paris which makes it obvious and leaves that lasting impression on you as such, Venieza makes it beautiful. You really just don’t notice the smell or dirt, because you are just blow away by how gorgeous the city is, and how nice the people are. That’s another thing I’ve noticed. London, people were pushy but helpful. Paris, the people were rude and unhelpful. Milano and Venezia, the people have just been helpful and accommodating. Perhaps my distain for Paris is born out of how people treated us. Not badly, but not nicely either.
Back to Venezia. We stayed on the main island in the area of Dorsoduro (which is the university area). Our hotel was fantastic, it was an old ‘palace’ (anyone back in the ancient times with money called their villa a palace). And it was close but far from everything. Perfecto. We had dinner then took a ride on a gondolé on the many canals (as well as the Canal Grande) of Venice. I would have probably taken in more of the scenery if not for Ainslie constantly screaming about how we would fall out (and as Dad put it, “every person for themselves”).
Thursday we went to Burano, your one stop shop for lace goods. Much to say, I didn’t buy anything lacy for myself. We observed Burano’s own leaning tower whose name escapes me. It was built like the rest of Venice on the swampy lands but built on poor foundations which has resulted in its slow decline. To expect that everything in Venezia would be intact was probably too much to ask for, I mean, the place is a thousand years old. Yesterday also was the day when we had our first home cooked meal since leaving Brisbane. Fittingly we had pasta.
So what happened today? Well, I did as the title of this entry suggests, I did indeed stack it down the stairs leaving the hotel. I’m a clutz, it was bound to happen eventually. But it’s not too good though because I’ve rolled my ankle. Ains and Mil found the whole situation amusing as I apparently yelled out “OH FUCK SHIT!” when I fell. Well, my suitcase did fall on my ankle when I rolled it. Our train ticket was made of more fail then my sense of co-ordination. Bit of a panic as our ticket said ‘Cabine Otto’ and here’s the funny thing, the train only went up to cabin seven. Turns out they had changed the train but didn’t tell anyone. So we are now in ‘Cabine Sette’ on the way to Ferenze; Sainte Maria Novenia. This will be my parents drinking stop as we are staying at a farm house with all the wine you can get your hands on. Fun for them. This train trip has been filled with me being mocked for my exclamation I made when I rolled my ankle, us mocking the pa in English (it speaks in a prerecorded message in Italian then in English, but still uses the Italian voice over for the names…ah, you’d just have to be here to find it amusing). Bye for now.