Venice, getting there...
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Let me preface this by giving you the story of what Lindsay and I had to go through to get to Venice. We left Dave and Nichole's in the morning to get to our flight that left in the afternoon. In order to get to the airport we took a taxi to the Hanau trainstation, then we had to train to the Frankfurt Main trainstation.
The first problem happened then. The German train system is not easy for a foreigner to figure out and have confidence in. We bought tickets and boarded a train that we were "pretty sure" was headed to where we needed to go. Anywho, we took the same train ride just 2 days ago that took all of 10 minutes. But this train was going a VERY different route and taking WAY too long.
So an hour later we get to the Frankfurt Main trainstation and now we have to board a charter bus to the small, far away Frankfurt-Hahn Airport. The main Frankfurt Airport is right there in the city, but this one is where our cheap flight departs from. (This trend continues) Anyway, all that we know is the bus is somewhere around here, so we ask and get confused. Then a nice old German man who spoke no English at all overheard the word "Hahn" being said between us as we looked at some paper work. He stepped in and said "Hahn?" We said yes he and began pointing to way across the intersection we were standing at. So with a lot of hand gestures and mutual words known between us he guided us to the charter buses (practically by walking us there) and then we bought tickets and boarded.
It gets better...We're riding on the bus on a 2 hour drive to the small airport with plenty of time to check-in for our flight when we arrive there. Then, all of a sudden...BOOM!!! Flat tire. The tire pretty much exploded! The bus pulls over and we wait, anxious and nervous for about 1/2 an hour before another bus picked up all of us tourists.
So we all finally get to the airport, check-in, board our flight and take off for the most unenjoyable flight I ever took. The pilot banked the Boeing 747 like it was a fighter jet. Thankfully it was only a 1 hour flight. We landed and kissed the ground in another small airport outside of Venice. We then took a 1 and a half hour bus ride to Venice where we then got confused and finally found our water-taxi to take us to our island where our hotel was.