Aimless wandering in Venice

“It was another great day in Venice. We basically just spent the day walking aimlessly around and letting ourselves be seduced.”

Excerpt from my journal entry for Venice

Venice was alluring. I finally started to appreciate the delights of aimless wandering in a city oozing history and beauty around every corner (unlike my experience in Rome). After a birds eye view atop San Marco tower, we strolled around with no particular plan.

We splurged on a gondola ride. Totally worth every lira. Gliding along the waterways and under the bridges was so relaxing; the peaceful ride accompanied by the gentle serenades of our gondolier.

Our accommodation was also tranquil. Actually, completely silent. It was a convent. The nuns were so kind. We had our laundry hanging outside to dry; they thoughtfully brought it inside when it started to rain. I watched the sunset from the terrace outside the convent. The city even more bewitching all lite up.

This was the first Italian city where we took our time, put away the map, and simply meandered the alleyways and backstreets.

It ended up being our last stop in Italy, reluctantly. Our plan to go to Verona was usurped by a train strike. Instead we spent our last lira on gelato and snacks and headed across the border to Austria.

We left on a high note. Seduced by Venice.

This is one entry from my 1992 European backpacking trip with my friend Sarah. If you want to start at the beginning, please check out The journey starts in Nice.