I show the address to the info desk at the train station, and they tell me to go to the bus station, and they tell me to go to a different info desk just for the mainland, and they tell me to take the bus to Marghera and to ask the driver what stop to take for my street, and the driver tells me he doesn't know that street. So now I'm on a bus with mostly locals going to a town I've never been to go to go a street that a bus driver has never heard of. Great.
I decide to exit the bus at a stop that at least 5 people get off at and with a cafe near the corner so I can ask someone who works there. Turns out I got off at exactly the right stop and my hostel was a short 5 minute walk away. Seriously too good to be true.
At my hostel there was another American girl and we decided to tour Venice together, in hopes of not getting lost. Maps are totally worthless there. Seriously, if you go, don't buy one. No, they're not free.
We follow the signs around and visit San Marco and walk around the canal. We ended up going to a local festival at St. Peter's Basilica. There was live music, good, and wine. We played a festival game where you pull screws out of wood and if there is a black bottom you win a plant. We didn't win, but they did give candy for trying.
As we were sitting on a pier listening to music, some locals came to join us. We tagged along with them in their boat to a bar not far away and hung out for the evening. They even paid for us to take the water taxi home at the end of the night.
The next day we visited the Jewish ghetto. The square was full of history and the bakeries in the area were cheap and delicious.
We also visited Peggy Guggenheim's home and her personal collection of art. She was truly a leader for art and especially for artists starting out. Her belief was to support artists who are alive and not those who's art has already been seen. My favorite pieces were Pollack's.
Garden at Guggenheim:
My last meal in Venice was while I was waiting for my train. I walked just outside of the tourist area and found a little bakery where I got a pizza bread, and I also went to the market and got a cup of fresh fruit. I had lunch with a view (and for under 3€)
The train ride to Munich took 7 hours. While this took all day, the views of the alps were so beautiful that it was with it. I sat next to a woman who was born in Germany and moved to the Canada when she was young so she gave me a lot of advice about the country and what to do and see.
I wasn't in Munich for even an hour before I ventured to a beer garden with someone from my hostel. We spilt some sausage and kraut and had a few liters of beer.
The food already half gone:
We hung out with the people at our table and ended up being the last ones to leave. They already locked the gate so we had to crawl under it to get out.
Empty garden:
I'm excited to see what else Munich has to offer.
Until then,
Kristin
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