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Wednesday, July 26, 2006

Last full day in Venice

Today is our last full day in Venice and so after seeing the Basilica de San Marco, having a capuccino and getting groceries, we are heading to Lido beach. The day is gorgeously sunny as usual, lots of sweat and water. We have found some easy ways to get around in Venice, like taking the traghetto, which is a gondola essentially. Instead of walking all the way around until we find a brigde, we take the traghetto and it crosses the river for us. Voila! Then, we also avoid the throngs of tourists by taking shaded streets and alleys that lead to magical places like an ATM machine.
We have already visited the Murano island yesterday, and on the way back, we took the long route, and for 5 Euros, we got a round trip along the Grand Canal, the lagoon, and the bay. It was gorgeous.
Going to the grocery store, Billa, which is in Canareggio - same place where you would find the Jewish Ghetto, it is so much fun to shop for food. Everything is so interesting. Like the tuna that we bought, it comes with green peas (Erin, we know you would not like this, but it was good!) and tomato paste. It tasted like the sardines in tomato sauce, minus the fishiness. As well, pasta here is light - unlike the heavy ones we have in Canada. Our lunches are usually salad, cheese and some sort of cold cuts. We go out to eat for dinner.
Last night, we were pressed for time so we went to a Chinese-run Italian restaurant. It had a limited menu selection but had basic stuff like pasta and pizza. Man, we do not recommend anyone to go there - Piccolo Martini. The pasta sauce was runny, and probably ready to pour onto pre-cooked pasta. But we ate it anyway and swore to return to the first place went to.

We are definitely Canadian and made from snow and ice. Everywhere we go, we look at the people around us and see that NO ONE is sweating. We are constantly melting. The water pours right out of us. I know that its hot (around 33 celsius) but this is crazy. I am currently looking at my arm form puddles on the table where my arm rests.

Off we go to the beach!

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