Day 94

The last hours of Venice were nice, we got lost in the streets trying to get home for a few hours. Was not a bad thing since we got to see more to the city that we most likely would have never otherwise discovered. But in those moments it really hit me that if you are lost in Venice you are really lost. You can't get lazy and catch a bus, jump on the metro and grab a taxi because there are none. On the positive I worked off the big lasagna lunch I had.

Attempted to go to Genova with Sandy early this morning. We hung around the hostel til about 1 in the morning, which was great because we did not have to pay. When I went to get my bag from storage I actually fell over and ate the floor, luckily no one was there to see. I scraped my arm and bumped my knee, embarrassing! Not looking forward to getting into salt water with my wound in the morning.

But injured and all we arrived to train station thinking we would be able to catch our train to Genova, but to our surprise the station was closed. So we missed the train and had to sleep outside the station for the night. The quote of the night was when this homeless drunk guy came up to us and invited us to a party that night. We politely declined and then he proceeded to call us "a bunch of crappy travelers!"

Once the booth opened and we missed our train, we found out that all the other trains to Barcelona (my next stop) were full, so I could not see anymore of Italy if I wanted to go to Spain. I had to make the choice, and went for Spain. I found a cheap flight from Venice this evening and jumped on it. So I landed in Barcelona before ten this evening! Heading to bed now, tomorrow is a big day of beaches and hopefully I get some eye candy to look at while I top off my tan. Spanish boys? mhmmmm!