Starting in Venice was a logical place to immerse ourselves in arguably, the most revered architecture in the world. Founded in 435 BC, the “Floating City” is a mesmerizing display of 118 islands connected by waterways and 400+ bridges. Canals replace streets and getting around takes place on foot, gondolas or vaparettos (water taxis).
Upon arriving, we opted to walk the 35 minutes from the bus depot to our hotel whereby, I quickly discovered about 100 of these lovely bridges while wheeling and/or carrying our 42lbs suitcase up & over each and every one of these Renaissance styled foot bridges.
Walking through Venice is a series of serendipitous discoveries and a feast of monumental proportions. As you stroll through Piazza San Marco (aka St. Mark’s Square), the Byzantine and Gothic influences come to life. Many of the Byzantine mosaics date back to the 13th century and are alive at St. Mark’s Basilica depicting scenes from the old & new testament and political topics of the era.
When a break is needed from your history lesson, you can easily romance a cappuccino on a quiet canal or piazza and gather your thoughts.
After a day of blissful exploration, your tired feet will want to get back to the hotel. We managed to walk an average of 7 miles per day, using our iPhone GPS to guide us home was just shy of divine intervention. In a maize of Italian history, I didn’t have enough bread crumbs to cover my tracks. Besides, there are flocks of seagulls & pigeons throughout the city to throw you off course.
After three (3) days of absorbing 2,500 years of history (roughly 833 years per day!), it was time to head to the Venezia Santa Lucia Train Station and depart for the 2.5 hour trip to Lake Garda. Zipping due west through the luscious pastures of the Lombardy region was a pleasant change of scenery; grape vines replaced gargoyle fixtures and farms informally connected one town to the next. At one point, I thought I even heard “Oh Romeo, Romeo wherefor art though Romeo?” as the train doors opened in Verona to allow passengers to exit. There’s plenty of romance in this part of the world.
The Peschiera del Garda stop was next. This location borders on the southern shore of Lake Garda and made for an easy 30 minute bus ride to our hotel in the town of Garda. Figuring out train & bus schedules on holiday is part of any adventure and timing is everything. We were in the right place; but a few minutes too late for the bus. The next departure for our destination would arrive in 30-40 minutes. Travel days always seem to have a hurry up and wait agenda. A wee bit of patience was in order, a cool drink and a good book.