Padova´s series of unfortunate events…

I left Bologna early early Saturday morning. Caught the 8 15 train Padova bound! It´s this small town about 30 minutes outside of Venice that is suppose to be one of those places that not many tourists know about but it´s quite pretty. One of the main reasons I decided to come here was because I still wasn´t sure where I was going to stay in Venice. I had been looking up hostals and there were seriously ZERO on the main island. These hostals were also not very cheap… and you had to take a vaporetto (water taxi) to the main island. I was waiting to hear back from a  Couch Surfing host but I had found a hostal in Padova that was in my budget so decided why not.

I was SOOO tired that morning though. No coffee or breakfast and was out with Giuli, Giuli, Marco, Andrea, and Fere until 1 or 2. So, smart me decided it would be a good idea to nap.  I looked at my ticket and registered that I was to arrive in Padova at 948, so I set an alarm  at 9 40. When I woke up, I was in Venice. Howww did this happen??? My ticket actually said 928. Oops way to be observant. Oh well, not the worst mistake. Now that I was in Venice I might as well explore some.

The first thing I noticed is that it was FULLLLL of tourists. Like I think I heard maybe 3 people speak Italian within the first half hour I was there. The rest was German, French, Spanish, and of course English. I came for Semana Santa (Holy Week-the week before Easter) and so all Europeans have vacation. And Venice being Venice always attracts lots of tourists.

  

I mostly just walked around until my backpack started weighing me down and I couldn´t handle pushing through the crowds of people with my pack. I didn´t feel the necessity to explore too too much seeing I was planning on Couch Surfing. Regardles, nice morning (and lunch) in Venice, now off to Padova.

My hostal didn’t open for check in until 1530, and I arrived around 1430 or so, sooo I decided to go chill in a park for a while and enjoy the wonderful weather! It had been raining on and off in Bologna so it was a nice change J

 When I did get to my hostal, I really was not impressed at all. The way my travel book described it was pretty dead on:

Ate a salad and took a shower and decided to explore what Padova had to offer.

 

My favorite part however was when I kind of got lost (not on purpose). I stumbled upon this park that had like canals around it. Decided to take some night pictures…

 

On one of these occasions, I SOMEHOW knocked my leather bound journal (yeah I got a journal, whatofit) along with my map into the canal. Shit. I was like trying to figure out how on Earth I would retrieve it because losing it to a canal would have been a bummer… As I´m stretching my legs tryinggg to reach it, this young Italian boy (maybe like 17) jumps off his bike “Ah tu folio??” –Sii… Even after he realized I only understood every third word he said, he still managed to rescue it! I was tempted to take a picture but I wasn´t sure if that would be rude… My journal (present from Mini!) is like a warped messed. But hey, it´s got some character now J