Dustin’s sister went to school in Italy for a semester last year, so we decided to take a family trip to visit her. It was a very spur of the moment decision. Our trip started on a rainy day in Piazza San Marco, Venice.
Just a few blocks away from our hotel was St. Mark’s Basilica. I like to remember as many details as possible, so I usually take a macro shot or two. Every decorative tile was placed by hand. The tiles covered every imaginable surface in the Basilica, so it certainly must have represented lifetimes of work.
I wish I had picked up a mask for my sister. She always has crazy theme parties with her friends, so I could see her using one of these. Guess I just have to go back. As we were walking through maze of small streets and alleys in Venice, we came across a hole in the wall restaurant with the best gorgonzola pasta we’ve ever had. We were the only patrons at the time since it was around 6 o’clock. Some places don’t open until eight or nine. The next day we looked for the restaurant again, but it was as if it had vanished (cue scary music sound effect).
From Venice, we took a train to Rome. We visited the Colosseum, Trevi Fountain, Spanish Steps, Pantheon and one of my favorites of the trip, St. Peters Basilica and Tomb. I am not a terribly religious person, but am spiritual; I found the history behind the Basilica to be mind blowing. As you can see by the picture on the right, time stood still for me.
We took a quick day trip from Rome to Capri, a little island off of Naples. The trip to the blue grotto was pretty, but super quick. The water in the cave appears blue during the day because the cave opening extends beneath the water line, which means light is carried inside the cave by the water itself. I’m sure the guides think tourists are stupid for paying to see the inside of a small cave, but oh well, it was nice to see once.
After traveling to Rome and through Naples, we finished off the trip in Florence, by contrast a perfectly mellow city.
I’m sure I looked a little suspicious hanging out around carousels, but I have a weird fascination with them. They seem so mysterious and oddly creepy.
We had a great trip and ate much gelato, at least one a day. What more could you ask for?