Oh, Venezia.

Truth be told, I don't have much to say for good old Venice. I took the train to St. Lucia Station where I had to board a water bus. Now, water buses bring out the very worst in the human race. It was a miserable race to cram ourselves onto this tiny boat with people complaining and yelling and pushing and shoving, ugh it was awful. To top it off I missed my stop and had to get back on another boat going the opposite direction before I finally made it to my hotel. 

It got better from there as I walked around and got lost all day through the narrow streets. The weather was very foggy which would have been upsetting after the gorgeous days in Rome and Barcelona, but it actually made a very ethereal setting on the canals and was quite spectacular. 

Venice is another world. It's beautiful and it looked just as I have always thought it would, however I think its about time they rename it Disney World Italy. Its absolutely absurd how many tourists flood the streets of Venice. I honestly don't think I saw a single Italian the entire time I was there. Its as though they dump thousands of tourists into the middle of the city with maps and set them loose. I saw more Americans in this tiny city than I have my entire time in London. Overall it was just very off-putting. Everything was in English and it felt very commercialized. 

In the end, Venice had its moments of beauty and charm, but after I had seen Piazza de San Marco and tried desperately to no avail to find some local streets I ended up taking an earlier flight back home to The Big Smoke. London really felt like home as I struggled to find a train and finally made it back to my little Borough tube stop. "Home sweet home!"