It was definitely a long weekend! Four days full of adventures....
(I apologize in advance for the length of this post...I'll do my best to keep it interesting!)
Thursday, January 27: Roma
I'm still on the search for the
perfect pair of brown leather boots. Of course, with my luck every pair that I like are way over my 80ish euro budget or not available in my size. The search continues.
After dinner, I finally got to catch up with my friend Gabby, who is studying in Rome as well but in a different program. We went to the American bar nearby to catch up and then went dancing (I love that I can go out and not have to walk more than 15 minutes from my apartment, whether I go to a restaurant, club, bar, gelato...). I got to meet a bunch of new people who just arrived in Rome as well and had a great time! At the bar, I put my name into a raffle with a popular tour company called Bus2Alps with the hopes of winning a free trip(...to be continued). Anyways, thanks to a late night I was able to sleep for most of the 7 hour bus ride to Padova in the morning!
Friday, January 28: Padova
"Sharp on the nose" at 6:00 a.m. three of my roommates and I made it to a small piazza near JCU campus where our tour group gathered to await our bus. Our chaperones were fellow students who worked with JCU Student Activities and were all full of personality! (We listened to Britney Spears, Lady Gaga, the Beatles, Spice Girls and much more thanks to David's iPod).
By 1:30 our tour group made it to
Padova, one of the largest cities in the Veneto region of Italy. Padova is home to a famous university where Galileo Galilei once taught, the 2nd largest square in Europe, and the beautiful Basilica of Saint Anthony. We had a nice tour of the city and then had some free time when I did some shopping and tasted my first
chiccolata calda! The thick, rich drink was just what I needed to warm up! I don't think I can ever go back to American hot chocolate...
After free time was time for dinner, in true Italian style. The meal lasted two hours with endless food. First off was pasta with meat sauce and rolls, followed by roasted pork loin and rosemary potatoes and finally a large tiramisu and coffee. This is probably the best part of being in a large tour group -- being fed well and not having to worry about which restaurant to go to or the check at the end of the meal.
By 11:00 p.m. I was showered and in bed, exhausted from long day.
Saturday, January 29: Venice
I managed to wake up on time for the 7:00 a.m. breakfast at the hotel. Two coffees later, we headed to the train station to catch a train to Venice!
Within two hours we reached the city and began our tours. We walked through the beautiful city with canals instead of roads (for the first time since being in Italy I didn't have to worry about being hit by a car). Among many other facts, I learned that Venice is known as
"Venezia e un pesce" ("Venice is a fish") because the city on built stilts is shaped like a fish (thank you to our handsome Italian tour guide who was full of all kinds of fun stories!). I took countless pictures all the way to St. Mark's Square where we began our 2nd tour.
The next tour guide had a
lot to say. We stood for a
long time in the
freezing cold weather. I really wish I could have appreciated St. Mark's more but my mind couldn't be distracted from the increasing loss of feeling in my feet. As soon as this second guide finished her history lesson I nearly ran to the closest restaurant I could find.

I sat here with my roommates and some new friends for lunch and a
spritz, a drink which our first (and better at keeping us warm) tour guide suggested.
The drink was made of wine, seltzer and aperol, a bitter liqueur which gave it a bright orange color and was different from anything I’ve ever tasted. My roommate, Sarah, had been talking about the traditional Venetian tapas-like food called
cicchetti for days before going to Venice. The dish varies from restaurant to restaurant, and she bravely ordered it without asking for any description. Let's just say I'm glad I stuck to lasagne....
After an hour or so, I had finally thawed. A few of my friends went for a gondola ride, but I was done with the outdoors and ready for shopping! The Venetian glass was beautiful and I couldn't get enough of it! Eventually we decided it was time to find our way back to the train station and our group.
Of course, we got lost on the way -- "follow the yellow signs to the train station" doesn't get you very far in Venice but on our winding way we found a bakery in the Jewish ghetto. Ready to try another food recommended by our tour guide, we entered and ordered the traditional Venetian Carnevale pastry called
"frittella" which is a sweet dough studded with raisins and pine nuts that is fried and filled with cream. Delicious.
We eventually made our way back to the hotel in Padova for some free time, dinner at a German Pizzeria called Oktoberfest (as to why our tour made reservations at this restaurant, I have no idea), and finally, bed!
Sunday, January 30
Up, packed, and caffeinated by 8 a.m. and again on the bus, this time to
Verona, the Veneto region's largest city and home of Shakespeare's
Romeo and Juliet! I was
thrilled when our forth (and last!) tour guide, Michelangelo, announced that we would have a bus tour of the city before a short walking tour. After two days of long, cold tours I couldn't have been happier to sit back and relax. We saw all the sights, from the ancient theater to Juliet's balcony and Romeo's home. I
loved Verona. It had the charm of a classic Italian city with the perfect mix of history and modernity and
great shopping!
My favorite part was the main square. Apparently Sunday is family-fun day in Verona. We walked through the main square around lunch time to see all the families with small children outside to enjoy the day! There was a van there which had brought all kinds of games for everyone to enjoy, from dress-up clothes to stilts to chalk boards. Everyone (including my tour group) had a blast! After a few hours of free time for lunch and shopping (I bought a belt for only 3 euro!) we got on the bus for the final leg of our journey -- a six hour bus ride home.
Home in Rome:
At around 11 p.m. we arrived in Rome, which I’ve decided is still my favorite city
Italy.
On our short walk back to Via di Monserrato, I talked the trip over with my roommates. I informed them that Venice was beautiful city, but I had no desire to go back...the weather had scared me away. Of the three cities, Verona was definitely my favorite (what girl could ask for more than a city with nice weather and good shopping?).
Naturally the first thing we all do once home is check our e-mail. I thought something was wrong then Alyssa gasped,
"Laura Olson won a free trip to Venice Carnival!" It turns out that that going out the night before my trip and putting my name in that raffle was more than worth it!
I have never been very lucky before coming to Italy but these last few weeks have been full of lucky surprises! But could this strike of luck be any more ironic? I think that Venice wants me to give it a second chance...hopefully it will be warmer on March 5th when I arrive, masked and ready for Carnevale! I'm sure that adventure will make a very worthy blog post, so stay tuned!