Venezia

Venice is just as beautiful as you'd imagine. Narrow streets are lined by buildings three and four stories tall. Canals, that without a boat, can only be crossed by lavish concrete or cast iron bridges. Gondolas with well-dressed guides, show tourists around. They are most popular on the Rialto. Every street, canal, bridge, and building is full of history with architecture so grande, the whole city is a sight for sore eyes. Simply put; it's more amazing than I ever expected.

We took an evening train from Sacile - my first experience on the rails. It was a scenic trip. Abandoned rail cars, corn fields with adult-sized stocks, backyard vineyards every few kilometers, and the construction of new cruise liners paved the way for our entrance into Venice.

Scott made reservations at a bed and breakfast off the beaten path on a quiet street in the Jewish ghetto. Take a left off the train, it was located in the center of town across from the Grande Canal; a five minute walk from St. Mark Square.

Arriving at 3749 Ponte Chiodo, we buzzed ourselves in and were greeted by a private garden at the entrance of Ponte Chiodo Guest House. A hidden envelope labeled, "Welcome Scott Manno" contained our keys and a list of the best restaurants on the island. The hotel is a restored antique Venetian house. It felt as though we were walking into someone's dining room. Up three, narrow flights of stairs, our room was filled with 18th century furniture and views so perfect, we stood stunned watching the sun set over the city.

The city is even more charming at night.

We had dinner at a quaint restaurant halfway down another quiet street. On the way to a spot on our suggested list, this seemed like a great alternative. We were right. The owner doubled as our server. He was a local Venetian, and an aspiring musician. With CDs for sale and artwork from his most recent album lining the walls, he was eager to show off his talents. Three generous servings of pasta and a liter of vino bianco (shared of course!), I was ready for our next adventure. After two half liters of beer and a vodka sprite at The Irish Pub, we retired to bed. Would you believe there are two Irish pubs in Venice?

We woke early the next day to an Italian breakfast downstairs in the garden - plain cereal, Earl Grey tea, orange juice and a nectarine. It was steamy. At 10:30, temperatures were already approaching 90.

For the next few hours, we walked through what felt like each and every street in Venice. From tourist spots to high-end shopping districts, the shops are full of unbelievably gorgeous glass and lavish masks for carnevale. Ones to cover the eyes, others to hide the whole face. Masks with feathers, glitter, strings, and tassels. Full animal heads, scary and inviting versions. Try finding the best one. It's impossible. A hunt to be saved for another day.

After a sweaty day of shopping and sightseeing, we returned home the same way we arrived.