Notes from Venice

Getting lost on purpose. 

Empty streets on Guidecca that felt untouched even though they were just a short boat ride away from the crowds.

Doorbells with funny faces.

An old woman in the window on a quiet street talking to the pigeons. 

Lemon meringue tarts. 

Old, well-loved boats littered with supplies and peeling blue paint.

A seagull landing on my head, trying to steal my sandwich. 

A famous quirky library with a line out the door.

Saint Mark’s Basilica.

Sitting awhile at the water’s edge on San Giorgio Maggiore to watch the boats and bask in the calm and quieter space.

Giving directions like a local.

A peaceful feeling riding at the back of the Vaporetto along the canals at night

Hole-in-the-wall art galleries and shops.

Cicchettis and Prosecco for aperitivo.

Annoying hostel roommates that test your patience.

Buildings reflecting off of the canals during blue hour.

An isolated church on a tiny island that felt so open, bright, and simple compared to most others.

Watching the gondoliers operate with gondolas with ease.

Sunlight coming through windows in all the right ways.

An overgrown boat graveyard.

A hostel that felt more like a college dorm.

Teal green water.

Views of Venice from San Giorgio Maggiore and Giudecca.

Finishing up my two weeks in Italy and feeling a little overwhelmed by my travels ahead.