Sitting in the Venetian Sun

Hey Everyone!

Yesterday was an amazing day.  It marked a year and a half that Mallory and I have been together.  To celebrate, Mallory and I took a gondola ride through the Venice canals, both the Grand Canal and the side canals.  Our gondolier, Georgo, was fantastic.  While we relaxed and enjoyed the beauty that is Venice, he paddled away while spouting interesting historical information about the buildings we sailed past.  For Mallory and me, it was the best kind of activity, romantic and informative.  We learned that being a gondolier is a family tradition, that the small canals are about 8 ft deep and the Grand Canal is about 12 ft deep, that 98% of the Venetians work in the tourist industry, and that there are four major bridges over the Grand Canal and over 400 bridges over the small canals. 

We left Georgo and headed in the direction of St. Mark’s Square.  We took the “tourist route” through gift kiosk after gift kiosk, eventually ending up in the shopping district of Venice with high end boutiques like Gucci and Ferrigamo.  We chose to bypass these stores and headed into the Murano Glass shops instead.  There are so many beautiful designs.  We were captivated by quills, wine stoppers, and various figurines made of glass.  All of which were too expensive and too fragile for us to buy.  Anyways, we stopped for gelato along the way, neither one of us can remember right now what we had (we’ve had so much gelato, at LEAST two scoops a day) but after eating it my tummy started to hurt.  It was something that I had started to notice once we got to Venice and mostly after we had gelato.  I couldn’t understand why, so I decided to mention it to Mal this time.  And do you know what she said…?  Something so horrible and so upsetting, I’m surprised I haven’t blocked it out of my memory.  She told me that I might be lactose intolerant.  Can you believe that?!?!?!?!?!?!  Lactose intolerant?!?!?!?!  Are you kidding me?!?  That is like a death sentence.  I mean, no cheese, no ice cream/gelato, no dairy of any kind, what is the point of living???????  Luckily, Mal popped into a pharmacy and came out with these pills that she told me to take the next time I had gelato or pizza.  I looked at her skeptically but took one and headed to the gelateria next door (about 30 minutes had passed since our last scoop so we were over do for another one) and low and behold I had no tummy ache afterwards.   Isn’t my girlfriend amazing?  She is always looking out for me and my best interests.  So I say to you, the unfortunate souls who have been diagnosed lactose intolerant, the cure is out there and it will allow you to eat all the pizza and ice cream you want!!

Anyways, moving on, we eventually made it to St. Mark’s Square.  It was beautiful and big and crowded (with both people and pigeons).  Mal and I have taken to watching the birds a lot this trip.  It has been really fascinating and fun because apparently it is mating season.  We like to sit and watch the male pigeons do their “sexy” dance for the female pigeons.  It is so amusing.  So when we got to St. Mark’s Square and the entire place was covered in pigeons, it was like watching a bird orgy!  So we sat down for a bit and took in the scenery before taking off to find some food.

A couple hours and miles later, after trekking through the maze that is Venice, we decided on a cute little place for dinner that Mal had found on the internet with rave reviews.  We arrived right when they opened and already it seemed to be filling up quickly.  We didn’t have reservations so we were seated at a table for four with an Asian couple.  So to be clear it was a table for four being used as two tables for two.  It was definitely awkward.  They seemed nice though and later on in the meal we found out that they were Korean but studying in Vancouver.  For our antipasti dish Mal and I ordered small shrimp in polenta (American translation: baby shrimp in a cornmeal like substance).  I’m a pretty picky eater but t was surprisingly good.  Kinda chewy but all in all I was happy with it.  Our main dish (funny enough was the same main dish the Asians ordered) was Spaghetti in a scallop and shrimp based sauce with artichoke and langostini.  And it was beautiful.  I’ll let Mallory describe…

 The texture of the pasta was perfect, we received it slightly al dente, and by the time most of the food on the plate had been consumed it was cooked to perfection. The langostini tasted as though they had been basted in the same ju as the spaghetti, but had none of the expected boiled bloat. I don’t know what they did, I don’t know how they did it, but it was absolutely delicious.

As for me, I was a little startled to receive three very large shrimp (head, tail, shell, and legs) on top of my perfectly cooked spaghetti.  Mallory didn’t seem to share in my surprise.  I agree that the food was great, however I had a really hard time getting over my food looking at me that I only had a little bit of the shrimp.

After dinner, we walked home and both pretty much crashed.  We decided to skip Florence and stay another day in Venice.

So today, Saturday, is our last day in Venice before we hop a train to Rome tomorrow morning.  The day has been spent making arrangements for Rome, doing laundry, and just relaxing.  Right now we found a little side alley close to our hotel.  The alley leads right to the Grand Canal where we are sitting up against a wall in the afternoon sun in shorts and t-shirts enjoying the lovely sea breeze.  Mallory is reading Atlas Shrugged and I’m writing this blog but occasionally we look up and wave to the people in the boats and gondolas passing by.  This is just as good as any beach…a secluded spot right on the water enjoying the cool (yet not too cool) Venetian afternoon.