Aaaahhh, Venice!

I’ve been to Venice a couple of times, and still love it.  My first trip there was in the early Spring of 1999 – my friend Katie Brown was backpacking around Europe and we organized to meet up for a long weekend in Venice.  I caught the overnight train down there from Zurich and I arrived just after dawn.  It was a pretty magical first impression to have of Venice – it was a cool morning and there was a light fog covering the city.  I had a few hours to burn before Katie came in so I explored the length of the islands and enjoyed the peace and quiet.  We didn’t plan it but Carnevale was happening the weekend we were there – it was definitely an experience, and Katie and I had a couple of great days.  One highlight for me was our day trip north to the less-visited islands of Murano (where the Venetian glass comes from) and Burano.

This particular trip to Venice was a quick one.  Melinda and I had been in Slovenia for the week and we passed through Venice oen route back to Zurich, so we decided to stop off and spend the day wandering the canals and streets.  It was a well worthwhile side-trip and Venice didn’t disappoint once again.