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

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