The End of Italy
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We awoke after our one night in Venice to breakfast delivered to our room by Stephano (one of the two owners of the Hotel Gallreia; Luciano was not there the day we stayed). We had a nice leisurely morning in the room, enjoying breakfast and watching the canal in the morning. (Due to the ACTV strike, there were no vaporettos running, so the canal traffic seemed light).
After we packed, we headed out for a day of sightseeing before our flight to Barcelona. We wandered around the San Marco district, but also did a good job of “getting lost” again. We eventually headed towards Campo San Margherita, since we had seen several authentic restaurants (and lunch would be our last meal in Italy!) After rudely barging into a restaurant at 11:45 while the family was enjoying their meal, we found another restaurant around the corner.
Then we suffered another “lost in Venice” moment, but unfortunately at the wrong time. During our earlier walk, we had purchased tickets on the Aliliguna water boat (which was not on strike) to the Venice airport – the departure was at 1:40PM. We realized that we had made a wrong turn, and were heading away from the stop (on the canal near our hotel).
We finally arrived at the Aliliguna stop with some time to spare. We boarded the boat and managed to get a seat towards the front so we could enjoy the view on the way. The Aliliguna boat stops at Lido (the beach island near Venice) and Murano (famous for it’s glass blowing). We got a brief glimpse of each island, before arriving at the airport. After a long walk to the airport from the boat docks, we arrived, checked in, and found that our flight was delayed. We ended up being an hour late departing Venice, so we had a bit of time to check out the airport. The airport is very nice and brand new, with lots of high end shopping (those Italian designers we saw throughout Venice – Gucci, Versace, Dolce & Gabbana).
After boarding and taking off, we arrived at Barcelona airport – Spain was our third country on the trip (don’t forget that the Vatican is its own country.) Barcelona airport was also very new and incredibly sleek looking. We headed to the opposite terminal (via shuttle) to board the commuter rail which would take us to the Metro, and then to our hotel. It was a long journey – by the time we reached the hotel, it was after 10PM. Luckily, that’s just about dinner time in Spain (no, we’re not kidding), so we were able to grab a quick meal of tapas at an eatery just next door to the Astoria Hotel.
Despite the length of our travel, we managed to find the energy to head out to some clubs. We checked a local “watering hole” bar, then hit a small dance club, then finally got to a larger club (Arena). By the time we had finished satisfying our big-city bar hopping craving, it was after 3AM – well overdue for a long night’s sleep.