My "day" in Venice
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There are so many wonderful and not so wonderful stories to tell I don’t quite know where to start…How about a story about a suitcase, nun, pigeon, and lobster?
As we boarded the train each of us had to pick up our suitcases and some how get them to fit into the small space over our seats. As I lifted my suitcase up over my head I felt PAIN in my right hand. I looked up to see that one of the feet had come off of my suitcase and a large screw was protruding out of the bottom. I then looked at my hand to see lots of blood and an inch long jagged cut. I wrapped it up and “enjoyed” the rest of the over crowded, hot ride to
The hotel we were staying at was actually not a hotel at all; it was in fact a convent that the nuns ran an elementary school in. To make a little money on the side the nuns rented out rooms above the school (and within the convent). It was a little awkward leaving our rooms and having to walk through the nuns dining room, or through the elementary school’s hallway, or (my favorite) past Mother Superior’s office. It was while we were leaving the convent that first afternoon, by way of the school hallway, that we had our first encounter with a nun. Laura, Annie and I were walking out together. Anne and I made it out to the court yard but when we got there we noticed that Laura was not with us. A few minutes later she joined us with a flushed face. It seems that a nun had turned around and spotted Laura in her spaghetti strapped shirt. The nun reached up and grabbed Laura’s shoulder in a two finger vice grip and began to shake her shoulder while scolding her in Italian. Apparently we were all supposed to have our shoulders covered.
We spent the afternoon shopping and learning the streets of
By seven o’clock we were all hungry, and found a place on the canal to eat. By this point in the trip I was beginning to run low on cash, and what I had left I wanted to spend on souvenirs. My plan of action was to order the cheapest thing on the menu and have gelato later. I scanned the menu “$15, $15, $20, $25, $8!” I found the cheapest thing on the menu which turned out to be lobster for 8 euro. I ordered. Two minutes before our food arrived my dad leaned over and asked me what I had ordered. I told him “lobster”. My father looked concerned so I explained to him that it was only 100klg of lobster for 8 euro. At this point the whole table was listening and they began to explain to me that what it meant was for every 100klg that my WHOLE lobster weighed it would cost me 8 euro. This meant that my diner could end up costing me $80-$100. By now I was near tears. I didn’t have $100 left to spend on lobster. The food came and sure enough I got a whole lobster (that was chewy and over cooked). It only ended up costing me 60 dollars. Sigh…..
So that was the end of my “day” in