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Report 2051: Venice Spring 2013
By Boleskine from NJ, Spring 2013
Trip Description: Ruth and Martin spend three weeks living in Venice, enjoying the sights and sounds of the canal, doing a little shopping, visiting with friends and dining at some fabulous restaurants.
Destinations: Countries - Italy; Regions/Cities - Venice
Categories: Vacation Rentals; Foodie Trip; 2 People
Page 1 of 22: Wednesday 10 April and Thursday 11 April 2013 - Here We Go Again
Traghetto going between San Toma' and San Angelo
D as in Departure Day has arrived. I am firmly convinced that the last day or two before leaving on a trip has less than twenty-four hours or perhaps the hours have less than sixty minutes, but finally every case is closed, every note is written and we are as ready as we will ever be. Sharon is prompt as always, and we are on the road by 1:30 for our 7:50 flight out of JFK. Except for one major traffic slow down, it is an easy trip especially since neither of us was driving; Sharon did the hard part while we were mere passengers.
Since standing is the worst thing for my legs and feet and the check in lines can be endless not to mention the walk to the departure gate, we had requested a wheel chair. We also decide to make use of the Skycaps service, and they come up with a wheel chair for me before I set foot in the terminal. Once inside we are whisked through check in, and security and taken to our gate.
The Delta terminal is a dump badly in need of renovation or perhaps razing and rebuilding, but the workers are all very polite and friendly. I need a thorough pat down because of my prosthetic knee. The woman doing it explains what she would do to check me out and how she would do it. During the pat down, she repeats the description of each step before proceeding. I have heard and read many complaints about rude or insensitive security personnel, but in my relatively limited experience I could not have been given kinder or more polite treatment. I do have to struggle not to giggle because I always recall the scene from the TV series Monk in which Tony Shalube is "wanded."
During the long, long wait for boarding, Martin goes on a food hunt. He is fabulously successful returning with two sandwiches: one tuna salad on whole grain and one chicken on a rye pumpernickel swirl. Both the breads are excellent as are the fillings. They are good enough to buy outside the airport, and if we had been smart we would have bought two more to eat on the plane.
When we finally board, we are told that there are incoming thunderstorms which will pose a hazard to ground workers so we sit at the gate for two hours until they pass through. Fortunately they are moving quickly or comparatively so.
There is definitely more leg room in deluxe or comfort economy, but the food is not wonderful; it barely makes marginal. We try the movie, but it seems stupid so I listen to the classical music which is a selection of spring themed pieces and I sleep a little - very little. Except for the fresh fruit, breakfast is downright disgusting.
The wheel chair attendant at Marco Polo is very friendly and shepherds us straight through Immigration, luggage pick up and Customs and then outside the terminal to a taxi which delivers us to Piazzale Roma. In no time at all, we are able to load an abbanomento for April on to our iMob cards and then we hop on a 2 to San Toma. A couple of "I ragazzi"from Ciak are standing in the doorway. We are welcomed with smiles and "Ben Tornato," and we tell them we will see them soon.
Lucia, who is technically the maid but does a lot more than simple cleaning duties meets us at the apartment and shows us the new dish washer, makes up the bed in the second room for Sarah and Brian and tries to help us with the WiFi connection, which does not seem to be working, but she has no more luck than we do.
Then it is back to Ciak for much needed espresso, our first kiefers in two years and then since we are really hungry some panini. We also use their free WiFi. Tummies filled, we walk home and sleep a little and then unpack. My back is very tight and sore as is Martin's hip, but my knees are in surprisingly good shape. That extra leg room in Comfort Economy really does make a difference. We get pretty much everything put away and then bombard poor Sarah who is coming on Saturday with half a dozen texts of one or two words requesting items we have forgotten.
I put on my L L Bean hat that has lights built into the visor and wobble up to Campo San Polo and the Birraria for pasta. I can see that walking at night is going to be challenging since even with the lighted cap, it is hard to see the loose stones and spaces in which my stick or a toe can get caught. Even though it is not perfect, the lighted hat is a godsend; I am sure I would have fallen half a dozen times since my vision is so poor that the cobblestones are treacherous in the dark. We are seated near the door and glance at the menus even though we both know what we want. We share the salad of fresh arugula with aged Sardinian Pecorino slices and chestnut honey. It used to be a single portion, but it now huge and meant to e shared. Martin has their excellent lasagne and I have bucatini Amatriciana with lots of pecorino. All we want to drink is water and more water.
Back home we shower and fall into bed lulled to sleep by the susurrus of actual water instead of a sound soother.
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