Go To The Opera - It's More Fun Than You Think

I've always wanted to go to an opera. I've heard of people crying because the performance was so moving. 
I knew there were opera houses in Venice so I thought it would be the perfect time to see my first opera performance!! 
My sister, Shelley, didn't share in my excitement. (surprise surprise :) again, she just goes with the plan)

"We won't be able to understand what they're saying." she said.

"We won't need to." I say. "We'll be able to understand the story just by watching the people and we'll be able to feel the emotions!"

Shell seriously looks at me like I've lost my mind sometimes. ha! 

The opera performance was on the last night in Venice and we were so excited. Well, I was excited. HA! We arrived early and visited with an Italian man who was an opera aficionado and I was imaging hearing that wonderful first note the soprano singer belted out.

Well, ten minutes into the show I looked over at Shell and she is sleeping. I'm giggling to myself. Each time the audience would applaud she would wake up and try to look like she's enjoying the performance. Oh my gosh, it was funny. I have to admit that I wasn't much better. I found myself dozing off and trying to hold my head on my hand so the people around us didn't notice. I realized very quickly that YOU DO NEED TO UNDERSTAND THE LANGUAGE WHEN SEEING AN OPERA. ha!

Somehow we made it through the two hour performance without snoring and when it was over neither one of us could say what the show was about. All we know is people ate food and a chef was involved somehow. We were laughing so hard by the time we left the opera house that we needed to contain ourselves so everyone around us didn't think were nutcases.
Okay then - See an opera. Check that off my bucket list!

St. Mark's Basilic (#2)

As a history buff, the details of places we visit are part of the excitement for me.
The first St. Mark's Basilica was built in the 9th century to house ancient sacred relics - that had been stolen. According to legend they snuck them past the guards by hiding them under layers of pork in barrels! Sounds like the beginnings of smuggling contraband right?!

In 828, merchants from Venice stole the body of St. Mark the Evangelist from Egypt. While at sea a storm almost drowned the graverobbers and so it is believed that the spirit of St. Mark appeared to the captain and told him to lower the sails. The ship was saved and the sailors said it was a miracle they survived. The entire story is told in mosaic in the basilica.

At first glance the walls appear to be covered in murals and paintings but when you look closer you'll see these gorgeous scenes are mosaics where each piece has been hand laid. And not only hand laid but placed strategically at specific angles so that the light catches them and makes a shimmering light appear through the entire basilica.

It is implausible to understand the time, effort and visual brilliance it took to place each small piece. 

St. Mark's Basilica

When we arrived in Venice we were hungry because we hadn't eaten a real meal since arriving in Italy (long story - another post), so we sat down at the restaurant just over the bridge for a wonderful homemade Italian pizza. Naturally it was delicious.

I love taking pictures. I'm seldom without a camera and it doesn't matter if it's a gorgeous Nebraska sunset or a lady bug on a flower, I find it fun to capture the moment. So when I decided not to take my camera on this trip it was a really big deal. My reasoning was two-fold. One - we only take carry on luggage so we don't have to drag big suitcases up and down 400+ bridges in Venice and Two - I decided I was going to be in the moment this time and not be so focused on getting that perfect picture to look back on. We had our phones so we still took some pictures but no where close to the amount of pictures I would have taken if I'd brought my good camera. 

On our previous visits to Venice we had not been to St. Mark's Basilica because the lines were always so long and we just didn't have the patience to wait. (patience is not a strong trait of mine.) This trip there was no line at all so we made it a priority to go. To say that Italian architecture is fascinating is a gross understatement. The opulent designs of arches and domes along with intricate details in stone and marble are stunning. My sister, Shell, and I always talk about how an actual person stood in the exact spot we are in and chiseled this design into this grand column and here it is, still standing hundreds of years later.

Shell is very claustrophobic and when I asked her to climb a long narrow staircase to get to the top of the Basilica I thought she may pass out. :) It took some prodding to convince her but eventually we climbed yet another flight of steep stone steps. Once we opened that door to the outside we saw a

pretty extraordinary sight. 

From our vantage point we could see the entire San Marco Square.

It was pretty cool. We stood up there just admiring the Square and imagining it being filled with aristocrats and high ranking officials strutting around with their black top hats and a snifter glass of bourbon as they stroll about mingling with their own. (We have a good imagination.) :)

  

Sebastiano

Be still my Venice loving heart....

As the train approaches Venice I am so happy to see the familiar. We know exactly where we are now. It feels like home.

I think if you asked anyone which country was their favorite they would tell you the country that made them fall in love with traveling. For me, that is Italy. And my favorite city is Venice. It was the beginning of a love affair I'm sure will last a lifetime.

It's the feeling I get when I set foot in this floating city. The magic begins as we eagerly cross the bridges that will lead us to our apartment.

This is the third time I've stayed at this apartment and we're anxious to meet up with Sebastiano again. He is incredibly kind and gracious and always makes us feel so welcomed. As we turn the corner we see him and he greets us with a big smile and a handshake. Only this time he pulls me in and gives me a kiss on each cheek. A TRUE Italian greeting! I have crossed over from guest to friend. He greets my sister the same and we talk like old schoolmates. It is the perfect start to our stay. 

That Must Be Max

From Cinque Terre we headed to Lucca by train.

I've always been fascinated that there is still an existing wall that dates back to a different era! Because it was a quick overnight stay our goal was to walk on top of the wall and experience a taste of the city before heading to Venice the following morning. Given it was such a quick visit we stayed at a bed and breakfast located minutes from the train station. *Everything in Europe is measured in minutes walking and we've learned that whatever amount of 'minutes' someone gives you, it can be tripled for us.*
Directions from the train station seemed easy. (directions are only easy if you actually know where you're going!) We made it about a block from the train station before we had to make a decision on which way to continue so we knew it could be a problem. ha! We tried to use Google Maps but it wasn't helping so we went with our gut and kept walking. Directions had said 10 minute walk from train station and given the fact we'd been walking thirty seemed about right. Finally we stopped in front of a café and called Max, the B&B owner. Max spoke broken English and we began a very confusing conversation. I explained to him that we couldn't find the street we were suppose to turn on and he asked me what time I would be arriving in Milan. (at least that is what I thought he was asking me.) I told him I was not in Milan but we had just arrived in Lucca and were trying to get to his B&B. After several minutes of our discussion I asked if there was anyone there who spoke English in which he replied, "I speak English." Hmmm.... Ok. How was I going to relay to him what I was trying to say.... 
Finally I asked him if he knew of the café we were standing front of and he said, "Oh yes! I'll be there in 10 minutes." 
Great I thought! As we were waiting, my sister and I laughed about standing on a random corner and just waiting for a stranger to pull up and tell us to get in with him. And once again we knew our families would be freaking out if they could see us just then.
After standing by the café for a few minutes my sister and I were fairly sure that the phone conversation between myself and Max may not have been completely understood by either of us so we decided to head back across the street and in the direction our gut had pointed us in. A few blocks later my sister laughed and said, "That must be Max!" Low and behold, there was a man across the street waving his hand in the air and we just gravitated toward him and it was Max! 
We walked half a block and Max points to a sign on a gate which reads, Villa Anna which I had understood him as saying Milan! Mystery solved on that misunderstanding. :)
Max leads us into a large building that is eerily quiet with not another soul around. We're trying not to giggle and at the same time wondering if we're the only people staying there, which we find out later we are. Because we're so incredibly brave we decided to make our own room alarm 'just in case'. HA!

We quickly dropped our suitcases off in the room and headed toward the walled city. It would be dark soon so we wanted to enjoy a quick stroll on top of the wall.

It was a bit fairy tale like knowing the historic times this wall had stood through.
After walking around the walled city for several hours we decided we'd try to find our way back to the B&B. Our plan was to get back on top of the wall and find the rock staircase we'd used to initially and be back to our room in no time.

To walk the entire wall on foot was supposed to take 45 minutes - European time. Naturally, after we'd been walking 30 minutes and hadn't seen anything familiar we realized we must have turned left when we should have turned right. Although there are lights along the wall we were both very glad to see several runners and a few walkers along the way. We finally found the staircase we'd used earlier that day and made it back to the room safe and sound.

Our visit to Lucca was noticeably brief but we saw the historic wall and met Max so it is considered a success. :)