I'm back! Well, kind of. I'm apologizing in advance for any weird autocorrects and awful grammar that you may read. The next few blog posts will be hurriedly written away in small cafés where I'm bumming off of wifi. Yes. I am currently in Venice squatting in a corner of a coffEe shop that looks like a ship. And watching top notch Italian soap operas. Be jealous.
Actually, be jelous of my return to Venice. Last time I came I joined forces with my Norwegian sister and gained the power to speak with pigeons. I know that this is everything you want to hear about, but I'm serious. When I returned to San Marco square the first day of arrival, a pigeon landed on me within seconds. If you don't believe me, see my tagged photos.
Ok so pigeons aren't the point of this post. This is for me to reminisce the second time in my favorite city. Despite the Venecians being rude, it's still an absolutely break tanking sight to see sunsets, sunrises and everything in between over Venice. The first day we arrived, which took the actions of small army since we stayed on the island named Lido, we took a small tour around southern Venice. I wish I could give you more details, but it's almost a pity walking around outskirts of tourists spots because so many Italians are packing up their stuff and leaving the city. Everything is so empty it's haunting. All the saggy windows and doors are even saggy because they want to be occupied with some people. Sorry, I shouldn't be talking about inanimate things.
On the second day, I discovered the city REALLY is sinking. Like really. We went to the Doge's Palace and while we were safe and sound, THE HIGH TIDE TOOK THE SQUARE. NO JOKE. We walked out and there are people walking the plank(not a ship a plank to get across the square) but it was kinda cool seeing Venice through a blurred, reflection of water. Later in the day, I was graced with being in the presence of brilliant modern artist, like Picasso, Kandinsky, Dali and Pollock. We went to the Peggy Guggenheim collection (yes like the one in New York) were good ole Pegs worked(by work I think it's slept) her way to obtain beautiful artwork. No matter how she did it, the artwork is absolutely beautiful and stunning. GOOD JOB PEGS.
This is where the adventure almost ends because I got a bit of a cold. You know, Italy and Texas aren't too different. BECAUSE IT GOT COLD. REALLY COLD. And of course, I didn't pack really cold. Because weather here sucks just as much as Texas. I got a cold and Italy got a cold.
Onwards to the third day! I was able to sort of pull myself together to visit the Bennale where a nternational architecture exhibit was held in Venice. Apparently over 45 countries participated and put forth some of their best compositions and ideas. I only remember making an elephant, decorating a paper clip and watching a short film. Just kidding! I visited maybe about ten different exhibits. And let me just insert here that the United States was lame. COME ON AMERICA. GET IT TOGETHER.
Oh. And the picture. This picture has a story behind it. Well, part of the exhibit was architecture elements including wall, door, window, corridor and facade. Oh, facade. So apparently the past twenty years of my one and only life, I've been pronouncing this word wrong. And MY FATHER, yes you Mitchell Long, let me say it wrong! I was telling a story as usual and said it. THEN, hours later my father enlightened me. "Hey, Sadie, you know you are pronouncing facade wrong?" WHAT!? I've been going around saying fuh-Kade. NOT FUH-SADE. Oh well, I'll blame the Pokemon move called facade.
So besides the point of facade and other adventures, I'm about to ride a train for fourteen hours and I'll be waking up in Paris!
Let the Anastasia sing along begin!
Ciao! Ciao! For now!
Sincerely yours,
Sadie