Sweet Home Chicago

Well United Airlines did not make this easy on me. They stuck me in DC for 7 hours instead of 3. Thanks a lot! If I had known that, I would have left the airport!! At least I got to use my cell phone, which was really weird. But I would soon find that almost everything normal would feel weird.

Of the first few weird things included: Being able to order tap water at a restaurant, paying in dollars & paying tax, sending a text message (though I have not lost my skills), hearing people talk to me in English. When I ordered my salad, I forgot that I could actually customize it because they can understand me!

I finally boarded the plane, and easily passed out in the first few minutes after takeoff. When I woke up, I was seriously delirious. (Mind you that when we left DC, my body felt like it was 230am, and it had not slept yet.) I heard the pilot say, “We will be beginning our descend to Chicago,” and I had no idea where I was, and why this man was speaking English to me. I have also been on so many planes this past month that when I realized I was on a plane, I didn’t know where I was flying to. As soon as I regained consciousness, the most genuine smile spread across my face and I was so excited my heart was racing.

And Chicago returned the smile to welcome me home:

I literally raced through through the airport (though it was pointless because the bags weren’t out yet.) And finally got to kiss Giorgio for the first time in 20 days. =)

Sadly, on the drive back, I realized how dirty and unpretty this city is in comparison to the rest of the world. That’s okay though, that’s what vacation is for, and this is home.

Seville a Madrid a D.C.

Saturday, I had plans to go see a couple of the sights and check out the pool. Due to the extreme heat and tiredness from lack of sleep, I spend the morning and afternoon at the pool. For lunch, I found another Fresc Co. (same as Granada) to have lunch at. This Fresc Co had similar but different food options. I think they change a little bit everyday, but I’m not sure. Still super tired, I decided to try to siesta in the sun by the pool. It was so hot, I coulnd’t fall asleep or even stand to be out of the pool for more than 5 minutes. Though it was 97 degrees.. there is no humidity, so instead of Chicago temperatures where Saturday was 90 something degrees but feels like 110, it was 97 degrees but feels like 94. Still extremely hot.

For dinner we decided we would return to the restaurant from the previous night. This time, instead of sangria or Verano de Tinto, Jen and Tony ordered red wine! It was fantastic. Since my attempts to find wine cellars or shops in Spain, we asked if we could buy wine from the restaurant. Just our luck, they did happen to sell wine! In fact, I accomplished one of my tasks for Europe—wine tasting. It wasn’t exactly in a vineyard (so I guess I will just have to go back), but they poured me several tastings of wines.

I bought 4 bottles to bring back! (Hopefully they aren’t cracked in luggage as we speak!) They actually only had one bottle of the red wine from dinner left, and Kaitlyn and I each wanted two bottles. The owner told us he thought he had some at his house, so he said to give him 10 minutes and he will go check. He literally drove off on his Vespa to his house for the bottles of wine. While we waited, they gave us a complimentary bottle of champagne. (We were regulars after all—considering that was the second night in a row we ate there, and Jen & Tony’s third time in 2 days!) The owner came back with a case of the wine in hand, and then gave me one of the bottles for free. (I guess the curse of the gypsy is no match for the power of the blonde =).

Tired and exhausted, I stumbled over to the Seville Cathedral which is the 3rd largest Cathedral in the world. (Only smaller than St. Peter's Basillica in Rome and St. Paul's in London.)

These random drunk idiots decided they just HAD to come talk to me. I am just trying to take pictures of this place, and these boys would not leave me alone. I swear you would have thought I was a celebrity the way they were acting. Only one of the 3 boys spoke English and it was hardly understandable, and what I could understand was just vulgar. Then they kept coming over one by one, wanting to take a picture with me. They said they were 21, but they couldn’t have been a day over 18. When I finally escaped them (though they were really just harmless drunk adolescents) I randomly found Jen and family on their horse carriage ride.

In conclusion: Seville is awesome. There are a lot of cute tapas, enough site seeing but not an overwhelming amount (like Rome), and hot. No beach though, that’s a downside.

Saturday we began our last road trip to Madrid. Our final destination. It was about a 5 hour drive from Seville. We stayed at the hotel airport in Madrid so we wouldn’t have difficulties with our flight the next day (which worked out great.) The kids swam, and I packed up my belongings for the final time, and hoping to secure my bottles of wine so they don’t crack. We tried to let the heat die down before exploring the city, but it was no use. It was hot. In the whiney words of Frankie, “There’s no shade anywhere!” There was lots to see, but we were all very exhausted so we saw what we could, a few major plazas, some popular streets for restaurants and bars, and so on. For future reference, this would be a very fun place to go bar hopping. There are a lot of cute taverns all in a row.

A quick stop in Madrid was a little taste of home for me. Madrid was very Chicago esk minus the fact that they have streets where vehicles are not allowed.

By the end of the night, I think we would all agree we were ready to go HOME.

Here are some of the other things we saw:

The super market-- very similar to the one in Barcelona and Valencia

A super cute bookstore

Plaza de Mayor

View from near our restaurant for dinner

And JenJen's Restaurant in Madrid

And now that I’m on the plane. I really, really, really just want to be home. Especially because I’m sitting next to this crazy, nauratic girl. I say girl but she is at least 20 something years old. She is literally throwing a temper tantrum because the movies/tv’s in our section of the plane are not working.

Anyway, by the time you get to read this… I will already be home. So, hi Friends. I missed you =)

Xo Kel

Seville-- exceeding expectations

100 miles from Africa is right! This place looks like Africa, feels like Africa, but there are zero Africans in sight. I kind of feel like I’m in the Lion King being in this part of Spain, as I am currently driving through the quasi desert to Madrid.

We arrived at about 1pm into our gorgeous hotel. It wasn’t my favorite overall, but it was just beautiful. It felt like we were staying in one of the ancient churches. It was built in 1928 and built to look older even then. Our room was enormous. There were two wings attached by a common room (living/ dining area). If you were in one wing of the hotel room you couldn’t hear anyone in either of the other rooms.

Our hotel was in the middle of all of the major attractions in Seville (which are not too far apart from one another.) But I decided to wander to a more local area, across the bridge, away from the attractions. I thought I would save the attractions for the full day, Friday. I don’t know why I haven’t figured this out yet, but going out to wander in an un touristy place during siesta is just dumb. The streets are dead, and the stores are closed. Check out this major street at 3pm:

I wandered back to the other side of the river and stumbled upon Palacio Arzobispal. I literally was just walking to find a place to eat, and ran into a church. Running into a church or palace in Europe is as common to them as seeing a skyscraper in Chicago. To them, it is nothing. But to someone who doesn’t see that every day, it is amazing. I have to admit, after being here for a month, I already have slightly less appreciation for these things. (Which makes me sad, because I was too tired to walk to the Bull Fighting Arena.)

Anyway, I found a restaurant called Falaney’s, or something, that sat across from the Palace and ordered a salad and a strawberry daiquiri. The daiquiri did not compare to Cap D’Ail’s, but it was refreshing in the heat and suprisingly strong. I asked my waiter, Julien, what there was to do at night. He told me a few popular streets of nightlife, and then asked me if I wanted to go out for a drink with him. His English wasn’t very good, but we were able to communicate just fine. I told him that I would call him if I was going to make it out to the area that he was going to ((Betis)). (Important for random info later in the night.)

I tried to return back to the hotel after lunch, but got lost wandering the streets. A guy (Bernard) came up to me and start spitting some Portuguese at me very quickly. I was very confused and he couldn’t understand me either (this happened a lot on this trip). His friend Miguel came over on a bike came up and translated in English. Anyway, these boys asked me if I wanted to have dinner in the park with them. They drove here from Portugal for a long weekend getaway and were camping out in a park in their van. They had rented these bikes, which are all over the city(ies). (You pay 5 euro for 1 week, and you can take them and drop them off whenever you’d like.) They literally had these bike baskets full of food—bread, wine, meat, and gin.

Turns out they were camping out in their van right behind my hotel, so I felt a safe enough. Plus they were like college kids looking to party. Miguel also gave me his iPod to take to the hotel to charge and return for him. He clearly trusted me more than I trusted him. They seemed legit so I agreed to meet them so I had friends to go out with at night.

The family and I took the scenic route to dinner. We went to trip advisors #1 ranked tapas restaurant Vinerio San Telmo. Fantastic food. We had these grilled mushrooms with fried onions. Potatoes with 3 different dipping sauces: Pesto, red semi-spicy sauce, and something white. Also, they serve Yuka with with most dishes. Not to be mistaken for Yukka. Yuka is a sweet potato that is cooked to look and taste similar to a potato chip. Everything that was ordered amongst the table was devoured and delicious. (Again, most by word of mouth and not from my own experience.) I, however, did order the duck. I had eaten duck in New York and had been wanting to try it again. When it came out, it did not taste anything like I had had in New York. It looked and tasted like red meat. I immediately felt nauseous and passed it along to the rest of the table.

After dinner, I walked to mi amigos’ van. We headed out to a strip on this street of bars & nightlife, Hercules. It was quite a walk from the hotel, so we stopped at a few places along the way for a drink.

I had some Mexican Tequilla that I took without the training wheels. (When in Spain, do like the Mexicans?) The boys took their drinks to go, which still baffles me. This struck up the conversation between the difference in law between Portugal and the US. They think it’s crazy how many laws we have, and what we can get tickets for. They said that the police in Portugal are lazy and you can usually talk their way out of minor trouble.

This night made me reflect on Europe’s lifestyle in general in comparison to the US. Europe is relaxed, laid back, and relies heavily on the honor system. There’s little to no violent crimes. Though theft is an issue here, it is still less problematic than in the US. I know Europe has their own government issues, but they are not confined by such strict laws (or maybe it just seems that way because I don’t know their laws.) People take their time, and are never in a rush here. This can be a good thing and a bad thing. The US is always in a rush it’s a wonder what we really enjoy or if we are always just trying to finish things. The obvious observation, the US is very over indulgent and extreme. We have to have more than we need of anything. Our food portions, our cars, our houses, etc. If you think about it, everything we do or have in the US is over the top and unnecessary. I am not exempt from this accusation, and knowing this lifestyle, I probably couldn’t live forever without some of the things I’ve grown accustomed to. But it does make me think, “God, I am a spoiled brat.” We all are.

The next place we went, we sat outdoors and I, once again, had a minor struggle ordering my vodka, water, lime drink. And the following bar after that, he made my drink with Schwepps soda water, so I had to order another drink after that. At this bar… my friends introduced me to the balance band. These boys had them on their wrist (which are apparently made in the US.) They have something to do with the magnetism in your body and are supposed to make you more flexible, improve your balance, and improve your life. I took the test. It would appear that I was more flexible, but I didn’t buy it. I concluded that it was mental, so we tried the test on this random guy. The test dummy was mind-blown after our experiment and would have sold his soul for my friends to give him the bracelet. They would have, for 40 Euro.

We walked and walked some more, and came up to the bridge “Puente de Triana.” This is where my friends randomly started talking to these locals hanging out on a pier trying to figure out where the party was. I don’t know what they were asking considering this was wh
at we saw:

I mean, isn’t it pretty obvious where the party was? Anyway, the locals they randomly stopped to talk to happened to be Julien from the restaurant earlier. What a small city. I didn’t talk to him—I felt bad. Whatever, they led us directly to the party.

After walking the strip for awhile, and it being 2:30am (which is an early night there) I decided I should head home. I didn’t want people waiting for me to worry, considering the situation.

I now have a place to stay in Portugal. (Miguel earns a surf shop. Smons, I think you should probably come with me.) It will be a tough decision where I spend my next summer. =)

The end isn't near, It's here

Well fellow travelers, the end of the trip is here. I'm in Madrid, my flight leaves at 11am tomorrow morning!! It has been a great ride. I am happy to come home to all of you, and sad to leave behind all the beauty, fun, and great experiences I have had. I know, I know, I haven't finished the blog. I will have 2 more posts for you when I get back and can post pictures so for you, the vacation won't be over.

Final city count.. 24

I will have to find a way to post that larger.

Ciao for now. See you all in about 33 h ours!!

Xo Kel

Granada

When we arrived in Granada we got settled in and left to eat. The hotel clerk recommended a local place, Sersera, for dinner. We wandered through small roads which were lined with shops and made our way through a few plazas and finally arrived at our very local destination.

The hostess/ server was the hardest worker we had seen in all of Spain and Italy. She was the only server for the whole restaurant. Her and her husband, the chef, opened the restaurant about 5 years ago, and run it themselves. Everything was incredible. I had the greatest salad, lettuce with fried garlic. (Thank god no one had to kiss me.) I also had some chicken shish kabobs. According to the others, the meatballs, pig’s knee, and chocolate and whiskey cakes were equally exquisite.

We were told that the town of Granada wasn’t much—except for La Alhambra. I think what people meant by that was that there isn’t many tourist attractions, because the town itself makes a great 3-day visit in Spain.

However, La Alhambra is the main attraction and well worth waking up early for. I say “early”, because anything after 6am cannot be termed early for myself. For the first time on my entire tour de Europe, it was chilly. I didn’t complain because I knew the heat would come with time, but it was a brisk 65 degrees in the morning. La Alhambra is the last city that was built by the Moors before they were kicked out of Spain. It sits above the city of Granada and contains beautiful castles with insane Arabic details, gardens and fountains! We spent 4 hours touring the palace and the gardens and learning about the details from our audio guides.

(the palace)

For lunch, I discovered a place near out hotel… FrescCo. Heaven on earth. It was a buffet containing an assortment of veggies, fruits, pastas, pizzas, ice cream/ dessert, oils and spices, and most importantly… Broccoli! I think these were my first pieces of broccoli in Europe because the crazy Italians think that spinach is broccoli.

I walked around some of the shops, but after 25 days, all the stores start to seem to be selling you the same things (and lets face it, my luggage is bursting at the seems). But neither of these two things prevented me from shopping. It’s just sort of a way of life over here. Eat. Shop. Siesta. Eat. (and lots of walking in between) Anyway, this large Spanish woman tried handing me a stalk of a plant, maybe rosemary. When I refused to take it, the woman went nuts and started cursing me in Spanish. Not swearing. Literally cursing me. Maybe she will have taken all my good luck (though that happened in January and is hopefully over by now.) Another woman did the same thing. Except this woman shoved the plant into my hand, took my palm, and started telling me about beauty and intelligence as she “read my palm”. These people are some serious gypsies. Luckily, I wasn’t robbed by either of them.

After only 5 hours of sleep, I attempted to siesta since the town was dead anyway. I have no more ability to siesta in Spain than I do in any other country. So instead I was crabby, antsy, and emotional for a few hours in the hotel room—missing all of my friends and family. . Finally, after a movie (Vicky Christina Barcelona—cute after being in Barcelona, but otherwise probably not worth watching) and some relaxation, I told myself to stop sulking because you are in SPAIN! And enjoy the last few days you have left. I went to a tapas bar near the Plaza del Carmen called Los Diamontes. It was a small place on a street lined with restaurants and bars. Jen and Tony had been there earlier in the day and had a blast with all the owners. So I went there and ordered Tinto de Verano It is Spain’s Summer Sangria. Jen liked it better, but I thought it was alcohol less and tasted like juice, but yummy juice. I talked to a weird policeman (*Policemen being creepy is another universal thing), Antonio. He spoke no English. I mean literally, 3 words. He had such a strong accent that it was difficult for me to understand him and visa versa. He knew the owner who was a young spunky guy, who spoke a little English, but more than Antonio (though parakeets know more English than this guy.) Don’t get me wrong.. its fine that he didn’t know English, because we were in Spain. But seriously dude, why are you trying to have a conversation with me? Anyway, here’s the downside to not speaking Spanish fluently: The owner put down some tapas and made a comment/ joke in Spanish. Everyone around us laughed, but I had no idea what he said. From my perspective, they were all laughing at me, so I left.

Now I’m sitting in the car on our way to Seville. Apparently I will be only 100 miles from Africa. Seems so weird. (Maybe that will be my next year’s adventures, though I’d probably be scared of all the animals.)

Adios Amigos. Hasta Domingo!!

Xo Kel

Random Observation from Granada—

• Europe really loves its Coca Cola, more than Giorgio.
• Taxi cabs are clean and odorless.
• Being a taxi driver is actually a respectable occupation in Europe.
• Europeans do not J-walk. They always cross at the cross walk, and they always wait for the walk signal. Even if there is literally zero cars on the road

PS: The reason I have so much time to blog is because of siesta’s and traveling in planes, trains, cars, and boats! Also, I don’t siesta, though the concept seems glorious, I just can’t nap.

El Costa del Sol... (the rest of Valencia)

The following day, we did a bit of swimming and beaching in the morning,

(fountain in the hotel)

and then Jen, Tony, and I headed to the historic/ city center around 3pm. The town was dead. I mean, I’ve heard of the siesta, I’d been in Barcelona and Italy where they practice the siesta, but the Valencian’s are serious about their siestas. We literally passed maybe 20 people the entire 2 or 3 hours we were there. We saw the beautiful churches, el central Mercado (closed on Sundays) and small stores & restaurants.

Valencia is maybe the cleanest city I’ve ever been in (and I’ve been in a lot of cities this past month). It is such a very cool, modern, clean city. We stopped in a local bar that was actually open for a drink (that was Sangrialess),

and headed back to the hotel to get the kids.

We went to a tapas bar “Cabelleros” for dinner and we were finally able to order SANGRIA! We had a variety of tapas, but these tapas were not very speedy. It took us 30 minutes alone to get the bill. In the words of the Italians outside one of the tabbaco earlier—“The Spaniards are really slow workers.”

The 3^rd day started the same as the rest—POOL & Beach. We made it at the pool for about an hour before Paulie bit a nice sized hole in his lip from jumping too close to the edge. When everything settled, they headed off to the world’s most famous aquarium.

I, on the other hand, really wanted nothing to do with fish. I am sure that it is as spectacular as they say it is, but the thought of spending money to see fish in anyway shape or form nauseates me. Instead I explored the inland a bit. Lots of families were sitting outside their tiny, old apartments/ houses. I got some fruit and salted seasoned, fried corn kernels. These are incredible, though an English labeled package said they contain gluten somehow. Go figure!

English was very poor in this part of Spain. Therefore I had to rely heavily on my 7 years of Spanish in Valencia. Which after the first day of getting it confused with Italian, went fairly smoothly. I would later find that the other places in Spain (except Barcelona) have the same limited English.

I proceed to have my first drink alone in a public place. I think. Champagne, duh.

Then, again, for the first time in my life, (this is for certain) I sat in a restaurant, ate dinner, and had a cocktail. I walked up and down the strip of restaurants along the beach, and didn’t look at the menus in order to choose the restaurant because lets face it, salads are difficult to screw up. Instead, I choose a restaurant that appeared to have the best atmosphere.

I sat down and did what the typical European does at a restaurant… people watched. The most interesting couple was the one right in front of me. I watched the girl pay for the bill, and the guy tried to hand her money (which she, of course, refused to take.) This will remain a continuous battle amongst people when its time to pay the bill for centuries to come, I’m certain. Anyway, she finally took the money when it blew off the table. But why he didn’t just pay for the meal to begin with is beyond me.

Valencia was beautiful, both as a city, and weather wise. There was little to no humidity, and at times it actually felt cool. There were lots of clouds to break up the heat from the powerful sun, but you still had to wear lots of sunscreen.

We spent the morning in the pool, the beach, packing, and having lunch. Then it was time for the grand adventure (5 hour drive to Granada). It was actually a beautiful drive, and the kids handled it well, considering they were in a car for 5 hours.

Random Pictures in Valencia:

• In the parks along the beach.. they have random workout machines that are designed like toys to attract kids!
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• Can you guess what this is on the shore of the beach? GROSS!
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• Check out the view I woke up to every morning:
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Should I stay or should I go?

Still playing catch-up, but currently in Granada.

Just a little blog about things I miss about home (even though I still don’t want to come back.)

1. Free Water—The Brita is going to be much more appreciated when I return
2. My closet—I would love to not live out of this suitcase anymore (and have clothes that don’t smell like the Mediterranean Sea.)
3. GUM – they just don’t make gum here like they do in the states (the do have cheap candy in every little convenient store)
4. Being able to order off the menu… Easily… in English
5. And most importantly, YOU! My friends and family =)

On the flip side… I’m not looking forward to (in no particular order)

• Traffic
• Cell phones
• Drama
• Planning/ being busy

See you all in 5 short days! Ciao!!

Ciao Italia—Hola Spain (again)

The first day of my return to Spain:

A long day of traveling—driving 2 hours to the airport, a 2 hour flight which was delayed—and other un noteworthy shenanigans.. we finally arrived at the most beautiful hotel I have every stayed in, Las Arenas Belanioros Hotel. The 5 star hotel has a mass amount of beach front property, with two outdoor pools and 1 indoors. We checked these out first.

(my room)

(my balcony)

While I was watching Tommy toddle around the steps, I noticed an odd assortment of friends eating lunch together. My immediate thought was that they were some sort of band because there is no other explanation for their friendship based on the makeup. Kaitlyn made the same observation when she approached me saying, “Those guys are a band from the US—well I think they are because they are speaking English. I want to ask who they are.”

After settling into our beautiful rooms (with incredible views from both balconies), we headed straight to the pool with the kids. There seemed to be a lot of action outside the pool, around the beach area, so I went to see what was happening. There seemed to be a mini volleyball arena set up which was blasting music for all to enjoy. That’s when I met the band, or the guitarist at least. He came up and we small talked (the usual in a foreign country—where you from, where have you been or where are you headed, names, etc. etc. etc.). From this small talk, I confirmed with Rob (Holliday) that he was in fact from a band, Prodigy, which is apparently a huge band from the UK. I told him it sounded familiar, but only because of Brandon Fox’s band, Makeshift Prodigy, but had no idea who he was. Rob is also a guitarist for Marilyn Manson and has performed many shows in Chicago which he thinks I should go to on Manson’s next tour.

Anyway, the band was in Valencia to perform at a festival near town (well 1.25 hours outside of Valencia)—a mini Lollapalooza if you will. (FAMILY & overly concerned friends- skip the remainder of this paragraph.) He told me I can ride with the band and chill backstage for the show.. they play at 1am and are leaving around 930pm. This seemed like the perfect adventure I was looking for. It seemed even more perfect after a few poolside drinks. I met the rest of the band members and some of the crew or agents possibly, and thought more about the situation. Reasons to go: Would be a very cool, unforgettable experience. Reasons not to go (obviously)… young, helpless American girl, alone in a foreign country. Its an hour and a half away. That was really the reason holding me back. If I could get to and from this fest without the assistance of rock stars (as a back up) I probably wouldn’t have hesitated. That, or if I had an accomplice in the activity. But I talked myself out of it, thinking this was not smart, I knew it wasn’t smart, and therefore, I should NOT go.

Instead I got to video chat with Giorgio, which was probably an upgrade considering it would not give me nightmares like Prodigy might have. While talking to Giorgio (and so tired I could have just passed out), I realized I hadn’t eaten all day because I’d been quite nasceous from traveling. Giorgio suggested chips & guac, and I was sold. So I went on a search around town for what we perceive as a typical Spanish appetizer. Wrong. Apparently that is strictly Mexican. Furthermore, restaurants in Spain do no believe in “to-go” unless it’s coffee. There is a stirp of restaurants along the beach and none of them could give me what I wanted. Disappointed, I walked up and down the left side of the beach and found yet another spectacular stand that Chicago needs to take up—grilled corn stands. People are grilling corn on every corner. It’s like the Taste of Chicago daily, and every 10 steps. For 2 euro I got a freshly grilled, over salted, delicious ear of corn. I didn’t even have to ask for extra salt, they are that good. They salt the green part, the put the corn on top of the salt, and salt the top of the corn so it looks like the blizzard of ’78 just hit.

At night, families lined the coast of the beach with their picnic tables and dinner. Groups of kids were scattered about the beach. It seemed like this was a Saturday night tradition in Valencia, until midnight. At midnight, I walked out on my balcony to see incredible fireworks booming over the hotel. The fireworks were a 15 minute long grand finale. We still are not sure what they were for, but it was great end to the night.

(this was about 5 minutes in)

heart Venice

Before arriving in Venice, when I thought about this place, I had a blur of 7 different places from movies in my head. When we arrived via “large personal autobus”, all the images became clear, and it is exactly what you would think it is. We drove to the docks, left our vehicle, and piled into the water taxi.

We taxied through the Grand Canal and other smaller, narrow canals; under bridges, and finally made it to Judaica (the island of Venice where the Stucky Milano Hilton lies.)

The inside is just as gorgeous… though I didn’t take any pictures inside because there were too many to take, you can check out the hotel here: _Hilton Venice.

Everything in Venice is literally by water. They transport goods; the police and ambulances travel via water; and they have public “bus” transportation via water as well. As you could guess, this could cause you to become quite motion sick after a couple days. By the third day, everything was moving.

While Tony checked us into the hotel, Jen wasted no time ordering up some Bellinis. Now being a champagne conesour like myself you would think I would have been exposed to such a phenomenal drink. However, I wasn’t. Bellinis = Champagne + peaches (but not chunks of peaches, more like a fresh blend).

We took the kids up to the pool, which is on top of the hotel and over looks the entire island(s). With every Bellini ordered came fresh fruit cups. There is something about the fruits and vegetables and everything in Europe. It is all so fresh and there’s just nothing like it in America. Next uncovered delicious food… Coconut. I thought I hated coconut because I don’t really like it in my drinks, but fresh coconut is quite tasty. Ironically, it tastes like a nut, but a tad fruitier. The pool was warmer than the 100 degree air, so it didn’t take long for me to call it quits. I have seen so much sunshine this passed month I’m becoming a sun baby (only taking in small bits at a time. I seriously cannot get any tanner.)

Our first night in Venice, Jen & Tony took me out to the main island of San Marco for drinks and a nice dinner without the children. First stop.. Harry’s. Harry’s is apparently one of the most famous bars in the world, for no good reason (except it’s awesome!) Harry’s is famous because the bar allegedly is responsible for the creation of Bellinis (great!) and Ernest Hemmingway wrote all of his books in this bar. All of the waiters are in white tuxedos and the drinks were worth every last overpriced cent.

We walked through the main piazza and found our way to another popular spot in Venice, IVO, a restaurant near the water. You could take a gondola to this cute place. According to the Venetian workers, Billy Joel eats at this restaurant once a year. Kind of cool.

This dinner was probably the best dinner I’ve had in my 3 weeks overseas. (I even tried lots of new things!) We started off with some tomato stuff and muschrooms and asparagus, and some breaded seafood thing that I couldn’t eat. Had a first course of truffles which were the most undescribably delicious thing that I have ever taseted. They just are so different than other foods. They tasted similar to nuts, but just more clean. For my main course, Jen and I ordered grilled sea bass. The cleanest, easiest piece of fish I’ve ever tasted (which isn’t much). I was on such a roll, I even tried Tony’s sardines. GROSS! So disgusting!! (But at least I tried.)We had a tasty red bottle of wine (or 2) to accompany or meal. Look Dad, I even took this picture with my sea bass especially for you:

After dinner, our waiter was explaining to Tony how I look exactly like the reporter from Iron Man. None of knew who that was since he wasn’t talking about Gwyneth Paltrow. I guess this is who he was referring to, Leslie Bibb:

(I don’t see it)

(our waiter)

On our water taxi water ride home, we had quite the party. On the deck below us we had the preacher and his followers singing us some gospel hymns. This Persian leader would sing something and everyone else would chant after him in unison. The greatest part is, they were 100% sober. Don’t we miss that good ol’ fashion fun, or did it never even exist for us?

Jen and I went up to the Skyline Bar for a nightcap before ending the evening. We discovered we drink the same drink! (except for the soda vs. water). Regardless, the drinks took about 20 minutes to come, which makes no sense since they don’t even mix them together. We listened to U2 – “One” and then some loud goth music blarred from the speakers and a deep voice recording shouts something to the effect of “last call.”

We headed back to the room & I got to Video chat with Giorgio!! SO COOL except for my shaky stolen internet.

Thursday, we swam at the pool early, had lunch at the Skyline restaurant in the Hilton, and then I went to explore San Marco for a bit. I went in search of the Rialto (the sole bridge that crosses the Grand Canal, but failed. The streets in Venice are crazy and nearly impossible to navigate. Furthermore, you’d be going down a small alley, which is completely legit in Venice, and then you’d hit a dead end, water.

I tried to use the washroom in an empty restaurant but the dude was just not having it. He told me to use the public restrooms at the end of the plaza. Where is the end in a square plaza? I’m not sure. But apparently, you just follow the WC à signs that are on the ground! Then you pay 1.50 euro to pee in a hole. No thank you. Instead, we stopped at a place in the plaza for Bellinis and some peaceful music.

The problem with the plaza and all of Venice are the damn pigeons are relentless. They are not scared of people and they are creepy. Even worse, people actually let those nasty things sit on their arms like the bird woman in Home Alone 2.

We didn’t make it to the Rialto bridge Thursday, but we still had Friday to explore. We ran into people that Jen knew from back home, really small world, but it made us late for our ferry to the next island. Frank and I sprinted to the dock, but ended up missing the boat anyway. We took the next boat to Zattera and had dinner at a pizza joint called “Ae Oche Pizzeria.” I was basically falling asleep at the dinner table and crashed immediately when we got back.

For our last day in Venice, I had my perfect breakfast!! (Mimosa and fruit-- including my first grape not in wine form in 3 weeks!

And we finally made it to the Rialto bridge!

It was lined with markets and shops and lots of people. I was ready to head back to the hotel while the rest of the crew at lunch. Unfortunately, the boat shuttle to our hotel was only running on the hour and I had 50 minutes to wait it out in the blistering sun. There was no shade, and you can’t really sit at a restaurant unless you want to eat or drink something, and I really didn’t have the energy to do either of those. So I sat and sweated off 10 lbs of water. Seriously. Those of you who have trouble dieting, sit in the sweltering heat in Venice for a few hours a day. Feeling sick from the heat and the water, I rested up in the room, watched some gossip girl, and relaxed in my last night in Venice.

No gondola ride this time around.. but I wouldn't have wanted to go anyways. Something (or someone) would be missing.

Xo Kel