Every place you visit has different versions of itself. Seattle has the pretend romantic side that’s captured in Sleepless in Seattle, but then is also full of fog and spilled coffee. Los Angeles has the traffic and pollution you see on the news, but after dark it’s calm and quiet. And then Venice is all tourists all the time… and then not so.
Everybody has a different experience in Venice. We want to share a Venice flashback or two with you, as there is so much more to the city than the thousands of tourists marching single file across tiny foot bridges. Our Venice travel stories are happy, peaceful ones.
Before we begin, a disclaimer: people tend to romanticize memories after an hour or two, so even with snapping pictures and taking notes, our memories of Venice aren’t as pure as they were in the moment. Perhaps we should start walking around with a tape recorder at all times, documenting our thoughts. Or maybe a digital recorder I guess.
So, two stories: one is of getting caught in a storm and experiencing an ancient city almost as you’d imagine it was 600 years ago; and the other is of being lost. Being lost is the worst, except when you’re in Venice.
Il Tempesta – a storm in Venice
Venice Grand Canal
We arrived in Venice by train. It was a scorching day with the most amazing blue sky. It smelled like death and farts. It’s true. It was absolutely beautiful, but smelled bad. I suppose a thousand years of lagoon silt and algae isn’t going to smell like roses.
We made it to our hotel on the Lido, dropped off our backpacks and went exploring. It was a magical day full of sunshine, tourists and the most amazing sights…but always the smell. And we thought “Hmm, wonder what the Grand Canal in the rain smells like? Not stinky, I bet.”
The next day we saw some clouds rolling into the Venetian lagoon. Um, it didn’t look promising, but oh well. We headed to Murano to see some glass blowing and colorful houses. We got soaked in crazy monsoon that had arrived, but found shelter in toasty warm glazier shops.
After a while we went back over to the main part of the city and continued to get soaked. The sun broke through, the city came back to life. The black clouds came back and dumped rain on us ten times worse than before. And then we witnessed a phenomena: shop keepers ran to their doors and locked them. If you were in you were in, but if you were outside in the rain looking for some shelter from the storm, you were locked out. It was the most bizarre behavior we’d seen, not just in Venice, but all across Italy. Understandable to want to keep floors and wares clean and dry, but not very nice.
By the evening the stench of the lagoon had completely been washed from our noses. Thank goodness, because Venice needs to smell good or smell like nothin’. We continued on our trek, winding through the city streets wearing ponchos and looking ridiculous…but there wasn’t anybody around to question are awesomely stylish attire. We were damned fashionable in our plastic suits. And you haven’t seen Venice in its purest form until you’ve been there in the rain. All modern aspects of the city fade; it gets quiet. The lights seem to go down a bit. The tourists disappear. It’s beyond amazing and we were blessed to experience it.
Grand Canal Venice Rainstorm 1Coming around a corner towards the Grand Canal, it was breathtaking and exactly what I wanted to see in Venice: gondolas, glowing light, ripples on the water, mist. It was perfect.
Venice in Storm
Everybody thinks of Venice as the magical canal-maze city that is warm and shimmering in the Adriatic sunlight. We got to experience the other side of Venice that is just as timeless and just as amazing as when St Mark’s Square is bathed in afternoon sun.
the Academia Bridge is very slippery when wet. #truestory #beware. Actually, the stone walkways everywhere are slick and even though there is drainage everywhere, there are puddles everywhere too.