I don’t know if 60 Euros for a water taxi from the train station to our hotel in Venice is a good price or a bad price. I guess if you figure that’s 10 Euros a person, it isn’t horrible. I’ll try to ignore the fact that the taxi driver didn’t know where our hotel is. There are probably lots of hotels in Venice… how could a taxi driver be expected to know where all of them are? (Even when shown an address?)
I’d read that you should expect to get lost in Venice. I didn’t expect to get lost going from where the taxi dropped us off to the hotel. It was a little frustrating, but we managed to find it.
Now, I swear I am going to start writing myself notes when I book a vacation about why I book certain times, hotels, etc. We checked in, lugged our bags up the flight of stairs to our rooms (no elevator. At least we were on the first floor) and checked out our rooms. Two triples. The room was pretty big. The double bed was just two singles pushed together, but made separately. Glad we weren’t on our honeymoon. Kaitlyn’s bed was little more than an army cot. (which she later decided was good for dollies, bad for sleeping) The floor was tile. The bathroom was small. Clean. At least the door wasn’t transparent. The bathtub was perfect… for Kaitlyn. It didn’t fit the adults. There was no shower curtain. There was some sort of door thing that you couldn’t close from the inside and if it was closed you didn’t have enough elbow room to do much scrubbing or hair washing. I had no idea why I’d agreed to pay 300 Euros a night for this. Bill kept telling me how expensive Venice is. Yea, but this was out of hand.
It was late but we all needed dinner. We hit the streets to find a place to eat. We didn’t wander too far before finding a place with pizza and pasta and steak that seemed somewhat reasonable. That was as far as we got from the hotel… about a block.
We didn’t get to see much of Venice, but so far we all like it. We’d like it a little better with a different hotel…. if only I knew what I was thinking. Oh, well.