Alright, this is it. My last Italy post and some actually half way decent pictures for once. Although only one of Josh, because apparently he did all the photo taking whilst we were in Venice. I think I did all the walking around with mouth agape trying to figure out a way to stay forever. Because there is nothing like this place. Nothing like it at all. And even to this day when I find myself daydreaming about Italy and mentally transporting myself back there, I always seem to find myself in Venice.
My favorite memory from our few days here was the night Josh and I went to this amazing little restaurant where no one spoke english but the food was incredible and our waiter was so great and was trying so hard to be accomodating. He kept bringing us complimentary shots of limoncello - and I'm not sure if you know this about restaurants in Italy or not - but they get very offended and take it very personally if you don't finish your whole meal and eat everything on your plate. For instance, I'd had this one pasta dish a few nights before and it came to the table full of raw onions. (I was not expecting this, hello language barrier!) It was totally my fault because I didn't realize what I was ordering, but what can you do? So I picked around them and tried to eat as much as I could but it was just not my style. The waiter at that restaurant was so concerned that I wasn't eating that I thought he was going to throw himself into the canal afterwards. So when this guy brings us these shots we freaked out a little because neither of us really drink alcohol but we didn't want to offend him and we couldn't even explain the situation since the only italian I'd retained from my cramming session on the plane ride there was the very helpful "fuoco!" (fire!). Preparedness.
So after Josh kept shoving his glass at me and telling me to drink it and I realized I would be dead on the floor after a few minutes of this I downed most of the contents of my water glass and poured the shots in there, praying our waiter wouldn't notice. And he didn't notice. Instead he just thought we'd thoroughly enjoyed our drinks and kept bringing more rounds, and in to the water glasses they'd go. It was actually hilarious although I did feel bad about wasting all that good limoncello that someone with a sturdier liver would have surely enjoyed. I'm looking at you, Don Cureton.;)
St. Mark's Cathedral
The Bridge of Sighs - legend has it that it was named this because the bridge connects the bulding that used to hold the old interrogation rooms to the building that holds the the prison. So it's said that men being taken to their cells would get one last glimpse of Venice from this bridge before facing their imprisonment. It's also said to be good luck to kiss on a gondola at sunset under the bridge of sighs. Which we did of course because, I mean, when in Venice...
And there you have it. The end of my trip down memory lane, and not a minute to soon either! I have lots of photos from the weekend I want to share tomorrow. We got our tree! And it snowed while we were out there in the fields hunting one down! I was in heaven. But Josh was too distracted questioning why he ever married me in the first place to thoroughly enjoy it. Ah, well. We also had a photo shoot for our christmas card and I'm dying to get those pictures up here to share as well. The holidays are coming, folks and I could not be more excited. Ready, Set. GO!