Mom, Dad, Paul and Bob took a van to the airport at 5am to catch their flight. Caroline and I attempted to sleep in some more, then stopped by the market on our way to the train station. We got there really early, and then almost missed the train anyway. We had to jump on and wait in second class until the first stop, where we ran up to our first class seats. The train ride itself was pretty chill, with one hilarious luggage incident.
Arriving in Venice:
We got lost finding the hostel. Hidden away on a back street, it is supported by a Catholic school, which we presumed used to take residence in our quarters, which were warm, clean and quiet.
That night, we searched for Piazza San Marco – Venice’s only piazza and the home of its major church. We never found it, but we did pass over Ponte Rialto, a major bridge over a major canal. We found an adorable little pizza spot – Antico Forno. It had strange mismatched décor and a lazy, laid back server who sung along with Italian rock music and took smoke breaks as customers waited.
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