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Our flight left Treviso, the small airport outside Venice, at 8:40pm on our last day there. We spent most of the day just hangin' out around town, then we left for the airport giving ourselves plenty of time to check-in. With 30 minutes prior to boarding, we were waiting at our departure gate. An announcement was made in Italian over the intercom. Bunches of people began griping in their languages, then the announcement was made in English this time. My sneaking suspicion was confirmed that our flight was cancelled.
We then waited in a long line to get our bags back and then immediately asked for the closest hotel for fear we wouldn't have a place to stay for the night. We were told there was one was 200 meters down the road, a short walk.
We walked back to the airport seeing as how there was no hotel within walking distance. We then exchanged our tickets for a flight the next morning, waited in line for a phone, struggled with the international pay phone in a loud airport full of angry travelers, then finally got a hotel reservation, and called a taxi.
Lindsay shed some tears of frustration while waiting the 45 minutes for our taxi to finally picked us up. We checked-in to our room, woke up the next morning, taxied over to the airport, checked-in, and took off for Paris around 11:30am.
The flight was smooth except for a rough decent with turbulance all the way to the landing. Upon arriving we boarded another charter bus (far away, small airports, remember?) and drove for 1 and a 1/2 hours to Paris. Finally we checked-in to our hotel in the city. Had we not called to let them know of our late, late arrival; they probably would've cancelled our reservations.