Venice Days 1 and 2: Wander and be Wet

*Also a belated post. I haven't written today's snark yet*
So…I might be able to let y’all go home early today, since the title of the post pretty much says it all. But then I’d have no excuse for avoiding my MPS homework, so to the useless jabbering!

Apparently genetics don’t work in foreign countries because I woke up hella late on Monday (11:30 am! That may actually be a new record for me. Don’t judge). Blonde Bombshell Meghan and I didn’t make it to the city until one-ish, whereupon I consulted my Italian-English dictionary and discovered that the Italian word for “brunch” is “gelato.” Far be it from me to contradict a dictionary. Satisfactorily sugared, we spent the next few hours wandering the sidewalks of Murano, the glass-blowing center of Venice. Once again, I seem to have backed myself into a procrastination-blocking corner, since there’s really not much to say about Murano except that it is, in fact, the glass-blowing center of Venice. There is lots of glass. And lots of…Andrew, grow up and stop laughing. We managed to spend quite some time going in and out of shops and staring at pretty things, which, if you recall from my ramblings about Vienna, is one of my favorite hobbies. I must say, glass is lovely, but it’s not Swarovski. Ballroom has turned me into a shiny things snob.

The only other notable thing about Monday was that I finished my chametz-eating on a pistachio-almond-raisin cookie, which was as wonderful as it sounds. I then decided to confuse the hell (@@) out of my soul by having matzah and salami for dinner. Ah, reform Judaism.

Tuesday found us exploring (read: wandering around) the southern part of Venice. Southern Venice is prime shutterbugging area, having apparently been designed by postcards. Picturesque churches and museums line the waterfront, making one feel a bit like one has been hit over the head with an inspirational calendar. Murphey’s Laws were not satisfied with my spending Pesach in the pasta/pizza capital of the world, though, so our shutterbugging was cut short by rain (very picturesque rain, I might add). For the record, Venice in the rain is actually kind of unnerving. As beautiful as the water is, seeing it rise to within a few inches of the sidewalk is pretty disconcerting. Like small children, I prefer my seawater pretty and not underfoot.

I’m out of snark and it’s dinner time: matzah and shrimp salad. Pesach sameach to me!