Away we go (again...)

Sunday came about, and our time in Venice was nearing its end. Truth be told, we were ok with that. For all the charm and personal touches this city has, without the proper amount of funds (meaning we’re grtting broke fast!) and intense interest in the museums and galleries here, its not absolutely necessary to have anymore time then we’ve had. It goes something like this. Venice has been for the atmosphere, Paris will be the city for sights (museums, monuments and the like), London for music/plays, Brussels for food and beer, Amsterdam as our gateway home.  That is how we are justifying it, so there!

Sunday morning, we were treated to another hour of the Crinkle Twins. Well, I should say I was. My smart wife wore earplugs. So alas, sleep was less then we had hoped. After checking and storing our big bags, we got in one last wander around the city. We were starting to feel a major case of déjà-vu. So honestly, after snagging our “Italian” lunch, which was probably the most lackluster of our meals (and mot expensive, GRRRR!!) we were ready to move on. But Venice had one more surpise treat for us. Apparently we had made it on the weekend of the annual Regata, which we luckily found out about in time. So before we had to bus it back to Trevisio for our flight, we got the chance to see the grand parade on the Grand Canal, with lots of colorful boats, regatta teams and the mayor of Venice himself. It was a nice way to finish our time in the city we won’t soon forget.

Our time at the airport was less than ideal. After reading the fine print for our hotel in Beauvais, France that night, I found out that it was mandatory to inform them of a later then 11pm arrival time. Our flight landed at 10:45. Crap!!! So a nervous 2 hours was spent trying to connect to the janky airport wifi (not happening ) or making a potentially uber-expensive phone call to the hotel (definetly not happening!) So we said a prayer, took a chance and hoped the hotel would be forgiving. Well in all our fortune bestowed to us on this trip, we received a little more arriving in Beauvais. It turns out, the airport is little more then a small office building. Since Italy to France is considered domestic, no customs or immigration was necessary. So WHAM BAM, it was 5 minutes from our airport seat to the backseat of a taxi. 10 minutes later we hurried in to the hotel reception in a huff, 2 minutes before 11. Of course the lady knew exactly who we where, making an only slightly passive aggressive remark about us being the last people she was waiting for. What an entrance to France…Regardless, we got into our room, to enjoy the surprisingly extra-comfy bed and watch French-t.v. Chiao Italy, Bon jour France!!