Venice is the only place on this trip that both Callum and I have already visited– him at 11 with his family and me at 13 with mum– and he wanted to come back and see it again with slightly older eyes. It’s even more beautiful than I remember, and I think that’s due in large part to the lack of crowds, nothing like the traveller traffic Venice would see during peak or even shoulder season. We are also lucky enough to have gorgeous weather, meaning blue skies and quite a few degrees warmer than anywhere we’ve been or are going, which is a pleasant surprise.
We fly into Treviso airport on the mainland and bus to Piazzale Roma, where we catch a vaporetto to our hotel at San Samuele. Cal’s initial plan to take a gondola ride is quickly foiled after we learn the cost (100€!!!), so the next few days are spent getting hopelessly lost in the alleyways, eating overpriced pasta on the canal, and shovelling in as much gelato as we can.
I visited a million art museums last time I was here and am decidedly not keen to repeat the experience, but we are more than entertained by the Italian food and wine anyway. We even treat ourselves to an amazing pasta meal on the Grand Canal for our final night, and I can honestly say that the price is worth the view.