#3076 three things: skin canc*r, live music, and snow

It's been a week. Let's get into it.

1. Skin canc*r. I have been a pale-skinned redhead for most of my life. Currently, I am a pale-skinned strawberry blond as the red fades. I have always enjoyed getting a tan, and haven't always taken care of my skin in the proper manner. (I mean, I am Gen X and we did love to slather baby oil on ourselves to bake in the sun.) In the past few months, I have noticed a few (seven) spots that I felt should be looked at by a dermatologist. I have already had a basal cell carcinoma removed from my body, so I am familiar with what It looks like. I called to get an appointment with a new dermatologist on Monday, and she had a cancellation so I was able to see her Tuesday morning. She checked my seven spots, and decided three of them needed a biopsy. She also did a full body scan and found two other spots to biopsy. On my left arm had two spots, the top of my head was another, and there was a spot on each of my legs, just above the ankles. She also froze a couple of spots on my face, one on my right arm, and four on my right hand. When the lidocaine wore off, I was hurting, especially the top of my head. All the five spots bled a lot, too. 

The results came back really quickly, within 24 hours of the exam. Two of the spots, one on my left arm and one on my left leg, are basal cell carcinomas. Those areas will be treated with a topical cream that I will apply for a maximum of six weeks or until the "expected outcome of oozy, red, crusty skin is achieved." Sounds attractive, doesn't it? The other three spots will be frozen and monitored during my appointments. 

Bummer, but I'm glad to know and get treated.

2. Live music. MT and I went to see Gary Clark Jr. last night at the Eccles Theater downtown. We bought the tickets back in June while we were on The Trip. I'd forgotten that we got really good seats. We were in the fourth row in the orchestra pit. I could have thrown a stuffed animal and hit Gary in the chest, we were so close. I think this is the fifth time we have seen him in concert, and he is just so, so good. I love his voice, and his guitar playing is incredible. He's got a great look, too. Last night he was wearing a dark pink three piece suit, a white button down shirt, and a rakishly-tilted fedora. He has a cool look and vibe, to me. We enjoyed the hell out of the show. 

3. Snow. We've had rain here in SLC for the past three days. Today was nice, though. The skies cleared up enough that I could plainly see snow on the Wasatch Mountains to the east and high up on the Oquirrh Mountains to the west. I think by the end of the day, the snow on the Oquirrhs had melted, but there's a lot of snow on the Wasatch. MT likes to go hiking up there, but the trails he likes are now snow-covered. The snow line is quite high; there isn't any snow in the foothills or the valley. I don't think we'll be getting any valley snow in the next ten days. Rain is fine, but I'm not quite ready for snow in my yard. Still, the first snow of the season, even in the mountains, is worth noting.

BONUS THING: hawks and squirrels. This morning when I was walking the dogs in the neighborhood, we spotted a squirrel in the pecan tree that is two streets up from my house. Mac loves to see the squirrels. She turns into stone and cannot be moved. Harley could mostly care less about the squirrels. 

So the squirrel is hiding a pecan in the ground at the base of the tree when a bird swoops down on it. The squirrel jumped onto the tree and quickly climbed up the trunk. The bird settled on the roof of a car in the driveway next to the tree. I hadn't seen that happen before, so we walked a little closer until we were standing in the middle of the road at the end of the driveway of the pecan tree property. It was close enough to see that the bird on the car was a hawk of some kind, maybe a Cooper's hawk? The squirrel shimmied right up the tree into the leafiest branches and the hawk just sat there on the car. Suddenly, another hawk flew over and the two of them left together. I'm pretty sure that squirrel wet himself, but he was safe, at least for now. 

I have seen hawks a couple of times in the neighborhood, but never that close and not trying to catch a squirrel. Nature, man. It's awesome.

#3075 I may be living my best life

Today has been kind of weird. For one thing, the dogs let me sleep until 08:15, which is at least an hour past their feeding time. Two of them act like they are being starved to death and are pretty particular about getting fed in a timely manner. I swear their tummies have a meal-time alarm.

The weather was gray, cold, and rainy this morning, so we didn't do our usual dog playtime because going outside wasn't appealing to any of the creatures, except Stella, who will chase a frisbee in a monsoon, a blizzard. or a heatwave. MT was wandering around waiting for his self-determined departure time of 11:30 to drive to Pocatello. T woke up earlier than usual, and I was puttering around, unsure of what to do with myself . 

MT left for Pocatello for a couple of days. T planned to watch two movies at the theaters today, so I had some quiet time coming my way. In my personal journal, I made a list of all the things I could/would do. Did I do any of those things? I mean, yes, kind of, but it's been so haphazard that it just feels like this day was a bit of a waste. I mean, it is 10:30 at night and I'm just writing here now? I truly had all day to write here. Instead, I played games on my phone. I read. I did some drawing, including the little doodle at the top of this post. I took a wee snoozle (that's a little nap in Sandy-speak). I took T to the movie and picked him up, then took him - just now - to the second movie, and I'll pick him up around midnight. 

As I was thinking about all of this unproductive time, I decided I was really lucky. It really is okay that I got to fritter this day away. I might not feel that great about it, but there's no harm done. I didn't have anything on my agenda today that had to be done. I don't have to stress about going to bed late tonight because there are no appointments or things that I have to do like go to work.

I really love being retired. 

Just because there is nothing on my agenda for tomorrow doesn't mean I mess around unstructured every day. During the week, I do set a loose schedule for myself to stay pleasantly occupied. There are five things I want to do every day: art, write, learn, move, and read. I also have a cleaning schedule. For example, on Monday I clean the bathroom, and on Tuesday I clean the floors. I usually spend an hour or so on my cleaning, and I do a different thing every day, so the house looks presentable and I don't have to do that work on the weekend. I also have what I call project hour every day, though sometimes it is longer than an hour. That's when I do my bookkeeping or go to the grocery store or run errands. I usually wake up between 07:00 to 07:30 when the dogs start getting hungry and I give myself until about 09:30 before I start with my schedule for the day. I try to be done with the Daily 5 and other chores by around 5:30pm so I can make dinner before T goes to work. In the evening I like to watch TV or play games on my phone, whatever, that's my mess-around time. 

Anyway...it is a pleasant little life I have, and I like it a lot. I feel really fortunate to be able to be financially independent. MT and I worked hard and took some risks (i.e. rental properties) so that we could retire early. We tell each other pretty much every day how much we like being retired. On Friday, I was pulling weeds in the flower beds and MT was working on the deck. We were outside for a couple of hours, then came in to have home-cooked food for lunch and to read. At one point we just looked at each other and grinned. We are satisfied.

There are a couple of things I am looking forward to doing next week. On Wednesday, MT and I are going to see Gary Clark Jr. He's such a great musician. We try to see him whenever he comes to town. I think this might be my fifth or sixth time to see him. I've seen him at Red Butte three or four times, then at a different venue downtown once. This week he will be at the Eccles Theater. Woooo! 

On Friday, I will be at Red Butte volunteering at Garden After Dark. This year's theme is Adventures in Neverland. Yesterday I attended an orientation meeting with other volunteers to get the story overview from the event team manager, then I walked around to see the decorations. The event team always does such an amazing job with Garden After Dark (GAD), and really all the programs they do during the year. GAD is always spectacular, though. I think the whole mania we have with Halloween and decorating amps up this program. I am volunteering just two of the nights of the event because it gets cold up there this time of year, and all the peopling wears me out. LOL

I hope you had a great weekend, and that you have some fun things coming your way to look forward to, also.

xo

#3074 three things: Harley, my book haul, and Midway

my October wee calendar

Hello hello! I feel like I have been neglecting the seven of you, so I am eager to get back to a regular posting schedule on Thursday and Sunday. We'll see how it goes. I kinda want to write a recap of July, August, and September, but tonight I already have three things I want to tell you about, so let's go!

Harley before the enzymes

1. Harley. My sweet lab has been having medical issues. In January of 2025, she weighted around 82 lbs, and in September 2026, she weighed 52 lbs and was losing her hair. I took her to the vet we've taken all our dogs to since we moved to this house about 24 years ago, but the practice has changed hands and I don't think we have been getting the quality of care we used to get there. When I couldn't get a satisfactory explanation, I decided to see a different vet. I'm so glad I did! The new vet, Dr. B, has many, many years of experience and he practically diagnosed Harley just by looking at her, then confirmed his diagnosis with blood tests. Harley's pancreas is not working properly; it isn't absorbing all the nutrients in her food. He recommended giving her pancreatic digestive enzymes and told me about a website where I could purchase the product that he has been recommending for 30 years. Harley has been taking the enzymes since 28 September, and I'm happy to tell you that she is doing very well. The hair has already grown back on her feet and the tops of her ears. Soft little hairs are growing on her ribcage, and other areas where the skin was peeking through are filling in, too. Above all, she is so perky and a little feisty, more like the dog we adopted five years ago. She is running after the other dogs in the yard, she is wrestling with Mac again, and there is a mischievous sparkle in her eye that has been missing for awhile. I'll take her back to see Dr. B at the end of November to see if she has gained any weight. I think she has gained some because her ribs and spine are not as evident. I am glad I got a second opinion, and probably a new vet for the other two doggos, too.

book haul

 2. Book haul! Mom and Lizzie came to visit at the end of September and we visited many independent bookshops. I bought five books from the six shops we visited (I didn't buy anything at Sam Weller, but I bought two from Folklore.) I'm usually way too cheap to buy books, but I got caught up in the spirit of supporting local businesses. Plus, three of the shops we visited are woman-owned, so that was a bonus!  A quick run down of what and where:

• Paper Ghosts by Sarah Addison Allen from Dolly's Bookstore in Park City
• And Now, Back to You by B.K. Borison from Lovebound Library in SLC
• Ramon and Julieta by Alana Quintana Albertson AND Dead Beat by Leigh Bardugo from Folklore Bookshop in Midway
• This Book Made Me Think of You by Libby Page from The King's English Bookshop in SLC

There are a couple of other books in the pile that I bought before Mom and Lizzie came: The Witches of Cambridge by Alice Hoffman and The Pirate Queen by Ariel Lawhon. Not pictured is Our Strange Duet by Erin A. Craig because I was reading it. I got all of those at The King's English, too.

Also, the menfolk and I went to Barnes and Noble on Sunday, and I got a book there, too: The Bright Years by Sarah Damoff. 

I always have trouble deciding what to read next, so my plan is to wrap each book in my TBR pile in pretty paper, like a little gift, give each of them a number after they are wrapped, then have someone pick a number for me when I'm ready to read the next book. I'll be wrapping soon, and I'll show you when it's done. I know it's silly, but it's fun, too. I did choose to start reading The Witches of Cambridge because spooky season.

3 Midway, Utah! Oh my everloving hell, how is it I haven't been to Midway in all the years I have lived in Utah? I have passed by it a time or two, but I haven't gone into the town before. I have been depriving myself of the cutest Hallmark movie town. I'm in love with it. Every little shop we went in was great, especially The Dainty Pear and the aforementioned Folklore. These two shops are dreamy. If you are a woman who is into the fantasy of having a little shop, like a bookstore or a fancy gift shop with a French cafe attached, these two places will enthrall you. 

Oh yeah, and it's beautiful up there in Midway, too. The town is tucked back in the foothills near Soldier Hollow. The day we were there, the fall foliage was near or at peak and the mountains were bursting with red, yellow, and orange leaves. The temperature was in the mid-70s, and it was fantastic. I am already looking forward to going back there. The Dainty Pear is having a Christmas market in mid-November and I am planning to go! 

I sort of think the day-trip to Midway was the best thing Mom, Lizzie, and I did while they were here, even though every day was pretty great. Sounds like I already have my Sunday post topic!

xo

 

#3073 The Trip: Murano, Burano, and that's a wrap

ussie on the boat back to Venice after visiting Burano

Finally, we are down to our final day of the The Trip. This post will be much shorter than the previous post(s). We spent the first part of the day visiting the islands of Murano and Burano. The second part of the day was spent gathering our stuff and packing with a final little walk around some parts of Venice. 

First of all, the instructions for getting to the meeting place were excellent and easy to follow. We got on a boat and cruised about 20 minutes to the island of Murano. You may recognize the name; Murano glass is very well known. There are a lot (50 or 60) glass factories on the island, we went to one place that gave a glass blowing demonstration, then herded us into the showroom and wouldn't let us out for about 20 minutes. The glass-blowing is cool, but the heavy-handed sales action was not. 

glass blowing demonstration

Once we got out of the showroom, we wandered around a bit and went into a couple of different shops. I did buy a pretty green glass bracelet from one of the shops. The woman there was very nice. We didn't get to see much of Murano island itself. It kind of felt like we were constrained to the central piazza. It was underwhelming.

Murano

When it was time to leave, we went back to the factory where we began and had to wait in the demonstration space under the bleachers until our boat arrived. It was bloody hot and quite uncomfortable with nowhere to sit. I just had yucky vibes there in general. 

We finally got back on our boat for the next leg of the excursion to the island of Burano. It's about a 30 minute cruise from Murano. I have to tell you about the guide. She spoke five languages: Italian, Spanish, French, German, and English. It was pretty cool to hear her give the little bits of info in each language as we sailed. 

Burano is known for lace, but we didn't have to watch a demonstration. Instead, the guide told us to walk around, do whatever, and to be back at a specific time. It is a small island and very easy to figure out where to go. This place has canals, colorful buildings, and is charming and mellow.

the main shopping area in Burano

it seems like there are leaning towers all over Italy

Burano!

adorable!

We were hungry, so we picked a cute-looking place with shaded outdoor seating and had beers and cicchetti. T and I both had the mozzarella in carrozza. MT had a platter of fried fish bits. We bought some souvenirs and ambled back to the boat. I liked this island. I could have spent more time there and walked around more, but I was glad about what we did there. It's a cute place and the people we encountered were very nice. 

The ride back to Venice was just under an hour. As I mentioned, it was very hot, so we appreciated the nice breeze on the boat. We had a little space at the front of the boat, and just the three of us were in it. The windows were open and it was pleasant. 

Back in Venice, we went to the apartment and had drinks and snacks. T and I went out to find a vape shop which was close to the Rialto Bridge. We packed our bags, then went out for dinner. 

The cuisine in Venice is mostly seafood-related, which makes sense, of course. The thing is, I'm not that big into seafood. The nicer restaurants we looked at didn't feature many/any dishes without fish, so we ended up at a restaurant that had a bigger menu. I think I knew the minute we were seated at the red and white check plastic tablecloth that this place was a bad idea. There were no Italians in the restaurant, except the waiter. MT and T had pasta with lobster. I ordered the carbonara. I should have known better than to order a classic Roman dish in Venice. My meal was inedible. The dish wasn't cooked properly, and the egg was scrambled. It looked and tasted awful. Even T wouldn't eat it and he loves pasta. The menfolk both liked their meal, I'm glad to say. We went across the way for some gelato, and that was good.

I'm not gonna lie: by this point, 25 days into the trip, I was absolutely ready to come home. I'd had enough. I think Venice is beautiful and unique. I also think it is overpriced, crowded, and it just didn't meet my culinary expectations overall. In every other city I have been to in Italy, there is food I ate that I would be glad to have again. I can't really say that about Venice, I'm sorry to say. We probably just didn't pick the right places. I know we didn't pick the right place that last night there. Maybe I would have different thoughts about Venice if I wasn't already three weeks into a trip. I don't know. 

In the morning, a water taxi picked us up at our dock and took us to the airport. It was incredibly wild to take a water taxi to the airport. We flew from Venice to Amsterdam, then from Amsterdam to SLC, and after 26 days, we were home!

As I have been writing these posts and creating the travel journal, I am astounded by the complexity and the sheer number of moving parts on this trip. I can't thank Candice, my travel advisor, enough for all the work she put in to finding us places to stay that met all my requirements, arranging all the transfers by car, plane, train, and boat, and for her suggestions along the way. She is fantastic!

It really was a trip of a lifetime. I won't say I'd never do something like that again, because never say never, but I don't know that I would choose to pack so many things into one trip. With the exception of the cruise, we were in and out of places within three to four days. It felt like we were always on the go. It can be difficult to balance sight-seeing and downtime. I think we did a good job of taking time to rest during each day. We'd go out in the morning, rest in the afternoon, and often go out again in the evening for at least a little while, but we were very active. It is tricky to find the sweet spot of being in a place and soaking in the vibes while still being a tourist. 

Anyway...that's a wrap on The Trip. I hope you enjoyed seeing the photos and reading my stories. Now I will go back to posting about my regular little life. 

xoxo

#3072 The Trip: Venice

ussie on the Rialto Bridge

This day was our only full day in Venice, and it was epic. We had three things planned, and they were all back-to-back-to-back, so we were out the door early for our first stop,  an on-our-own tour of the Palazzo Ducale, aka the Doge's Palace. The palace is right next to St. Mark's Cathedral, and in fact, the church used to be part of the palace. We purchased the audio guide which we could listen to from our phones, and it was excellent. I really liked that we got to go through the place at our own pace and take our time to really look at the things most interesting to us. The palace is enormous. We did not see the living quarters; our ticket was just for the public rooms, but there was a lot of those. Every inch of wall and ceiling is covered in art depicting the greatness of Venice during the time of the Doges. Venice was a mighty Republic back in the day with a strong navy and a lot of power through the Adriatic and Baltic Seas, even down to the Ionian Sea in Greece. I am just going to show you six photos I took of the palace, even though I have a ton more. If I showed them all, we'd be here for a long time.

partial exterior of Palazzo Ducale on the left; MT on the right

interior courtyard of the Palace; St. Mark's Basilica is at the back

clock with astrological signs in the Senate Room

Chamber of the Great Council

I have to take a second to talk about the Chamber of the Great Council. It is a tremendously large space, about 175 feet long and about 80 feet wide. It could hold around 2,000 Venetian noblemen who came for political meetings and elections. There isn't any empty space on the walls or ceilings. Every bit of it is covered by intricate, detailed paintings done by the Venetian masters, including Tintoretto. This is one of the biggest rooms in Europe. It is astounding.

Lion of St. Mark, Carpaccio (1516)

I mentioned in a previous post that the winged lion is the symbol of Venice, as it is the symbol of St. Mark, the patron saint of the city. This very famous painting is hanging in The Chamber of the Laws. There are a few paintings of the lion in the palace, but I think this is the most famous because of the imagery of the city and the symbolism of the lion having two feet on the land and two feet in the sea, since Venice was a power on both land and sea. 

the portico of the palace

We spent about three hours in the palace which did include going through the prison and across the Bridge of Sighs, but I'm going to save talking about that bridge until later.

Our next stop was the Basilica of St. Mark, in which we had a timed entry at 1:00. With a bit of time to spare between the palace and the church, we decided to have a snack and something to drink in St. Mark's Square. We sat at an outdoor table under a shade tarp thing and promptly had sticker shock at the prices. 16 euros for a Coke! I thought my husband was going to have a heart attack, and I fully expected him to demand that we go somewhere else. We talked about how we were paying for the view of the Cathedral and the people-watching in the square. We talked about how the three of us being in Venice together was maybe a once-in-a-lifetime experience and that someday we would talk about drinking these expensive sodas and sharing a grilled cheese sandwich with a smile, so we stayed and savored the experience.

St. Mark's Basilica is unlike most of the Catholic cathedrals I have been in because the architecture is Byzantine rather than Gothic, Renaissance, Baroque or Romanesque. St. Mark's has five domes, and the inside is full of gold mosaics on the walls, and marble mosaics on the floor. While we were there, some work was being done, so it was a bit distracting and hard to hear the audio guide in some parts. The place is incredible, and I'm so glad we got to see it! I took many photos in the Cathedral, but I'm just going to post two of them here.

inside St. Mark's Basilica

one of the beautiful mosaics on the floor

After an hour or so in the church, we set out to find the location for our gondola ride. Following the directions we were provided took us all the way out to Pizzale Roma, the bus station, which is on the banks of the Grand Canal. Yeah, that wasn't the right spot. The meeting place was actually right by St. Mark's Square where we had just been. It was like getting lost in Granada all over again. So, yeah, we missed our gondola tour, but I guess the good news is that we did ride in a gondola. One ferried us across the canal at one point for like three euros each. I'm sure it would have been nicer to go on a ride on the smaller canals, but we didn't. Oh well. Something for next time, I guess. We ended up having pizza and beer in a quiet piazza, and that was a pretty great trade-off.

On our way back, we decided to check out the Rialto Bridge which was only about a 10 minute walk from the apartment. 

the Rialto Bridge

The bridge is similar to Ponte Vecchio in Florence in that there are shops across the top of the bridge. Although it looks shiny and new, it was originally built during the Renaissance, in the 1500s. Actually, in the 1300s it was built of wood, but that didn't work out, so it was rebuilt with stone in the late 1500s. It has been cleaned and maintained over the centuries. 

shops on the Rialto Bridge

view of the Grand Canal from the Rialto Bridge

After this stop, we went to the apartment to rest after a long day of walking through Venice. So. Many. Steps. I think I had over 18K steps that day! We weren't done, though! In the evening, we went back out because we wanted to see The Bridge of Sighs at dusk.

Ponte dei Sospiri

The Bridge of Sighs. Doesn't it sound romantic? Well, the history is a bit dark. In this photo, the building on the left is the Doge's Palace. That was the seat of government, including the courthouse. The building on the right is the prison. The bridge connects the courthouse and the prison. The legend is that the prisoners would sigh as the crossed the bridge, seeing Venice for perhaps the last time through the small windows of the bridge.

looking through the window on the Bridge of Sighs

I'll just take a second to tell you that the prison was ginormous and horrible. I'm quite sure we went through every floor of it even though we didn't really want to. It just worked out that way. 

As the evening went on, we started seeing lightning and hearing thunder, so we made our way back to the apartment after we stopped for some crappy cicchetti. Also, I saw a rat that night which shouldn't surprise me because there's all that water and people with food walking around, but ew. 

We are nearing the end of The Trip. I think I'll have two or three more posts about it. Next time, I will tell you about going to the islands of Murano and Burano.  Thanks for sticking with me!

#3071 The Trip: Venice food tour and our first look at Piazza San Marco

3 stops into our bacari tour

In the last post, I told you about visiting the small town of Comacchio, and now I will tell you about our first day in Venice. Salvatore, our driver, gave us a lot of tips and pointers about Venice, most of which we promptly forgot the minute we left his car. He dropped us off at Piazzale Roma, the central train station, and walked us to the nearest canal boat stop. From there you can either walk into the old town, take a water bus, a water taxi, or a gondola.

the first thing I saw in Venice!

 Even though our apartment was a 15 minute walk from the station, it was hot like a sauna in Venice, so we opted for a private water taxi that was arranged for us by our apartment host. What I learned is that private water taxis are expensive; our ride was 80 euros for about a pretty short ride, probably 10 minutes or less. The water taxis are nice boats, though, and seeing the buildings from the boat is cool.

leaving Piazzale Roma in the water taxi

comfy!

Venice view from the water taxi

The apartment we stayed in was steps away from a canal and had a dock. Our host met us there and took us into the apartment which was fantastic - the best of all the places we stayed, in my opinion. (Note to self: maybe write a post about the places we stayed when I'm done writing about the trip?) Once we had the keys and had reviewed the rules with our host, we unpacked a bit and prepared to meet our guide for the bacari tour. 

In Venice, it is customary to have an aperitivo before dinner, like other places in Italy. However, in Venice, aperitivi are taken at a bacaro, which is usually a very small place that just serves drinks and cicchetti, which are small bites similar to tapas in Spain. (Bacari is the plural of bacaro; cicchetti is the plural of cicchetto which is pronounced chee-ket-o.)

Our guide for the bacari tour was a tiny young woman called Levy. There were probably a dozen people in our group. We visited four bacari and a gelato place. There was seating at two of the bacari, the rest of the time, we were standing around in the street or in the piazza, which is common. Along with the cicchetti, we had a beverage at each place. Let's see if I can remember what I had. I didn't take photos because it's hard to hold your drink and your snack and take a pic.

• Salami and cheese on a crostini and a Select spritz (Select is like Aperol, but Venetian. Slightly more bitter than Aperol.)
• Baccala mantecato, creamy, whipped cod and olive oil, on a crostini and a glass of prosecco. It doesn't sound all the great, but it is really freaking tasty.
• Crostini with ham and crispy onion and an ombra of white wine. An ombra is a small amount of cheap wine served in a small glass. I can attest that even cheap wine in Italy is good.
• Mozzarella in carozza with a Bellini. The cicchetto is like a deep fried cheese sandwich with a scone instead of regular bread. Ours had ham in it, too, and it was incredible! If you don't know, a Bellini is a drink made with prosecco and peach puree. 
• I had pistacchio (pistachio in English, of course) gelato. It might be one of my favorite gelato flavors. I almost always chose it, or coffee flavor. 

folks standing around having gelato in Venice

Our tour ended at the gelato place which was right next to this candy store. We were talking to Levy and I looked down to see this young seagull who apparently wanted some candy. He was very patient about it.

seagull looking in the candy store

The three of us decided that since we were out, we needed to see Piazza San Marco. It is grand.

my first view of Piazza San Marco

Basilica di San Marco

Palazzo Ducale, the Doge's Palace

view into Piazza San Marco from by the Grand Canal just after sunset

What an incredible day this was. We woke up on a cruise ship and went to bed in a delightful apartment in Venice. I truly feel so fortunate to have these experiences! #livingthedream

In my next post, I will write about spending the day in Venice, touring the Doge's Palace, the Cathedral of St. Mark, and missing out on a gondola ride. 

xo

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#3070 The Trip: Comacchio, Italy

 

canal reflection in Comacchio

We reached the port in Ravenna, Italy, the last stop on our cruise. We arrived early and got a nice view of the beach. 

beach in Ravenna

We were able to take our own luggage off the ship, which is unusual in my experience, and we liked that option a lot. Our driver was scheduled to pick us up at 10 AM, so we had to wait for a little while off the ship, but we found a bit of shade and chatted with some nice people from Louisiana until our driver arrived. Oh my goodness! I wish I had taken his photo! His name was Salvatore and he was a dapper gentleman. He was so friendly and kind. If I had a dollar for every time he exclaimed "Mamma mia!" or "Alora," on the two and a half hour drive, I could have afforded drinks at St. Mark's Square - that's a story for another day. 

We had opted for a stop in the town of Comacchio to break up the drive a little. Comacchio is a town on the Po River Delta, well known for eels and flamingos at the lake. I didn't see either of those creatures, but we didn't go to the lake. We just walked around the town. It was a quiet Sunday morning, and it would be a nice respite before the bustle of Venice. Here are some photos of Comacchio:

quiet street

clock tower

another quiet street

Cathedral of San Cassiano

Ponte dei Trepponti

bell tower of the Cathedral

We bought some souvenirs, and I found a little cafe where I could have a caffe and a cornetto, which I have to admit was my favorite part of this stop. There were also some pretty doors in the town:

We were in the town for about an hour. It was a good stop. I don't know if I'd necessarily go back to Comacchio, but I was glad to see it.

Next stop: The Queen of the Adriatic, Venice! 

xo