Archives for October 2011

Arrivederci, Venezia!

The final countdown.

The final day of a trip can be funny. Sometimes I’m anxious because I’m ready to be settled. Sometimes I’m sad because I’m not ready to go back. This time… I was not ready. It’s not easy to leave the beauty and charm of Europe. Especially when you know what’s waiting for you in Abu Dhabi: HEAT!

We did our best to enjoy our last day and not let thoughts of the school year creep into our minds. It’s a good thing Venice provides so many beautiful buildings to look at.

We headed back to the piazza with some bread because as gross as it is, you can’t leave Venice without a pigeon photo.

We also stopped into a church that had a modern art installation inside and this mosaic displayed outside. Each piece is a painted egg.

There’s something about clotheslines, isn’t there? They look pretty everywhere you go (but much less so in your own backyard.)

Levi’s print ad?

The sunset was lovely that night. After dark we sat on a bench and watched a lightning storm over the Laguna.

photo by Mike

The next morning we were headed to Abu Dhabi via Istanbul. All good things must end.

xo, jill

Plenty of merchants in Venice.

Like Italian Disneyland.

Our first order of business after finding our apartment in Venice was to find some pizza. Luckily, eating pizza in Italy was much more delicious than eating Swedish fish in Sweden.

After pizza it was time to do some exploring. Venice is basically a maze. A maze of canals, a maze of buildings, and a maze of tourists. I can honestly say this was the most touristy place I’ve ever been.

It’s difficult for me to articulate my thoughts on Venice. There’s no denying its beauty. It is definitely the most picturesque and unique city I’ve ever visited. However, like I said, there are tourists (Mike and I, included) covering the city. It’s seriously like being at Disneyland, strollers and all. (Someone explain to me why you’d want to bring your young children to Venice? Not only is there the constant danger of drowning, but you also have to carry your stroller up and over a bridge every 5 minutes.)

Mike and I had several conversations about what it felt like to be walking around a fossil of a city. Especially when you’re on the main paths, it’s difficult to believe that any locals still live on the canals at all. Luckily for us, our apartment was on the edge of the Laguna and in a building of mostly local people. On our way in and out we often saw old couples relaxing on their balconies and once saw a group of people lined up along the canal to receive their groceries via boat.

We did a lot of walking in Venice. We didn’t want to pay the entrance fees for most of the attractions (partly because we’re both frugal, partly because it was the end of the trip when entry fees are even less appealing), but were able to entertain ourselves by taking photos and getting lost in the many small alleys.

Rialto Bridge

We hoped to enter St. Mark’s Cathedral (which is free) but the line of visitors was at least 4 people thick and stretched further than the eye could see (literally). No matter. We were fine playing in the piazza out front.

Up in the air. / Down on the ground.

Below are two of my favorite sights in the square. On the left is the makings of an awesome childhood photo and on the right is a little granny of a girl who loved chasing the pigeons. (Something about her was so comical and grandma-like. Especially the fit she threw when her mom put an end to the pigeon torture.)

One of the nice things about there being so many tourists around is that you don’t feel like an idiot taking a photo every time you turn your head. Or walking out on a dock for the perfect shot because 5 other people just did the same thing.

Sometimes I think Mike should be a catalog model.
Since you can only walk so much in one day, we eventually headed back to our apartment. I knew my feet could use a rest before we picked up walking again the next day.

photo by Mike

xo, jill

Skocjan Caves

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After our sleep in prison, Mike and I boarded a train to the tiny town of Divaca. Just a few kilometers away is the entrance to a massive underground cave system known as the Skocjan Caves.

Visitors to the caves must join a guided tour but there are a few different routes to choose from. We stuck to the classic route since we had places to be later in the day.

Unfortunately, photographs are not allowed inside the caves but if you’d like a little peek click here.

Inside, the caves are surprisingly massive. (It’s the volume of the caves that make them so famous.) I never felt claustrophobic once. The only anxiety provoking parts were crossing the 47 meter high bridge and seeing the old dilapidated “tourist trails” on the steep sides of the caves. It’s a wonder no early tourists died on their adventures.

The tour lasts about an hour and a half and exits not too far from the ticket office. Here’s the exit point of the cave.


photo by Mike

After our spelunking, we set about figuring out how to get to Italy. It wasn’t as easy/cheap as we hoped. We needed to take the train to another town (Sezana) and then a taxi into Trieste. Once in Trieste, it got a bit iffy. With no map, limited directions to our hostel (“It’s near the Gallery”), and heavy packs, I felt a little discouraged. Luckily, wandering around the city eventually led us to the poorly placed tourist information office and then our hostel shortly after that.

The only exciting thing to report from Trieste would be the greatest license plate of all time:

Next stop: Venice.

xo, jill

Bled Island

Tiny.

After retuning from hiking Vintgar Gorge, we hopped onto a pletna and headed towards the island. I don’t know exactly how it works for the pletna pilot, but at 12 euros a head and 20+ heads on a boat, it seems like a pretty sweet job. Mike and I were both thinking we were in the wrong business (although I’m sure they pay some sort of tax for the right to operate). As soon as I bulk up my arms (and learn to swim properly), I’m heading back to the dock with a resume in hand.

It takes about 30 minutes to reach the island and you are given 30 minutes to explore as you like. You can also hire your own boat but we were told that private rentals were suspended due to the regatta. (We saw a few people out in rented boats though so I think that was misinformation.)

The island was cute and tiny and peaceful. You can enter the church for a fee but we preferred to stay outside.

When we returned to the mainland it was time to fetch our luggage and head back to Ljubljana. We stayed at a place that is housed in a former prison. Now the building is part hostel part art gallery. Each former prison cell has been remodeled by various artists and turned into guest rooms. Ours featured photographs from around the world and lofted beds. It may come as no surprise to hear that our stay was actually a bit uncomfortable and claustrophobic. Now that the novelty of sleeping in a prison cell has passed, I probably won’t seek out the experience again.

xo, jill

Vintgar Gorge

Reminded me of home.

Our last morning in Bled we didn’t have much on the schedule. We had hoped to venture further into the Julian Alps but the bus schedule didn’t work for us. We had met some fellow travelers at breakfast who mentioned they were heading to Vintgar Gorge. It sounded like a good alternative activity.

Vintgar Gorge is about 4 kilometers from Bled and is a nice and easy hike. The trail is 1.6 kilometers each way through a narrow passage. For a good portion of the walk you are actually walking on wooden bridges built onto the sides of the gorge.

The trail ends at a pretty but unimpressive waterfall. Walking through the gorge definitely reminded me of the greenery back home. If only people cut out little hearts in their shutters in the States.

We walked back to town via a road pointed out to us by our taxi driver. Walking was Mike’s decision and I’m so glad I went along with it. We passed through sleepy little communities that made me wish I had a little house to warm myself.

When we arrived back in Bled the Rowing World Championships were underway and I was finally reunited with my long-lost-black-and-white-stripes-wearing family. It felt good to belong.

I should point out there was a father, too.

xo, jill

Big news.

If you’re Canadian.

Rumors have been circulating for quite some time that the famous Canadian coffee shop, Tim Hortons, is coming to the UAE. In fact, the Abu Dhabi location has been poised to open for months. Everyone has been eagerly waiting for the big day (everyone = Canadians.) Really though, it’s a hot topic of conversation! Although I can’t relate to the excitement that Tim Hortons stirs in Canadian hearts, I imagine I’d feel the same way if Burgerville popped up anywhere near my general vicinity.

While the Abu Dhabi shop isn’t quite ready, (who knows why), the Dubai location finally opened its doors a week or two ago.

That’s either fog on my lens or Tim Hortons magic.

Last weekend, Mike and I decided to go check it out for ourselves.

The place was definitely popular. The line was out the door most of the time we were waiting. The seating area was packed so we opted for takeaway. Mike says the coffee tastes like home and while I personally think coffee is disgusting, I approved of my very first Timbit (even though it was not what I was expecting.)

Here’s to Canada upping its game on globalization!

xo, jill

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