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As we pulled into the train station in Venice, the sun broke through the clouds promising us a respite from the rain.  Once we figured out the water bus system (conveniently located on the canal immediately in front of the train station), we managed to find our apartment without too many wrong turns along the way.  The apartment, located on the third floor of another old building without elevators, was everything we had hoped for.  It was in the heart of the historic district in the Cannaregio neighbourhood, just a five minute walk from the Rialto bridge and within walking distance to all the major tourist sights.  Each of the two bedrooms had two large, shuttered windows overlooking the canal. It had a large living room, dining room, kitchen and even a balcony on which was a washing machine and clothes line from which to hang our laundry – just like the locals.

We settled into our apartment, and then explored the neighbourhood; we were delighted to find the following amenities within a couple of blocks radius: a grocery store, an outdoor fruit and vegetable stand, a cheese shop, bakery, and a unique wine store that sold wine in volume by the litre.  In this shop, the wine was stored in an array of large carboys from which you selected your variety, after sampling it, of course.  The shop keeper then poured the desired amount into a recycled plastic water bottle.  We picked up a couple of bottles on the first day but our enthusiasm for this concept waned as we realized the wine was not as good as we had hoped.  No worries, as there were several wine shops in our neighbourhood as well as wine in the local grocery store.

Our first full day in Venice was spent visiting the nearby islands of Lido, Murano and Burano.  We purchased a 12-hour water bus pass for 16 Euro each and we were determined to get our money’s worth.

Lido is an 11 km long sandbar, home to about 20,000 residents.  It is renowned for its beaches which became popular way back in 1857 when the first bathing facility was set up. This was the first time that anything similar had been seen in Europe. Soon, it became “The Lido”, meaning a beach resort. Major beach facilities, hotels and private summer villas have remained the heart of the island that is still known as the “Golden Island”.  But we were not going to see the beaches, we wanted to visit the local market held every Tuesday morning.

We followed the ladies with the shopping carts right to the market.

View of Venice from the Lido market.

Water bus on the Grand Canal

Water buses travel slowly along the Grand Canal offering plenty of opportunity to sightsee along the way.  As we inched our way closer to Lido, the tourists thinned out and were replaced by little old Italian ladies with their shopping carts.  I made the observation that all we needed to do once we arrived in Lido was follow the ladies with the shopping carts.  And that is exactly what we did, practically running after them to hop onto a regular bus, and then jumping off at the last minute as they quickly exited without warning.  And so we found the market, a bustling affair full of locals out doing their regular shopping at the food stalls.  We saw lots of clothes, shoes, and household goods too.  It was as much fun to look at the merchandise as it was to people watch.

Video:  Taking the water bus along the Grand Canal

Next stop was Murano renowned the world over for its hand blown glass.  It is a series of small islands connected by bridges about 1.5 km north of Venice.  It measures about 1.5 km across with a population of just over 5,000.  We were taking full advantage of the glorious day of sunshine – our first since we stepped foot in Italy.   After a couple of hours meandering along the canals, admiring the exquisite works of art and jewellery all made from glass, we stumbled upon some glass makers making intricate pieces for a huge chandelier. It was fascinating to watch these artistic craftsmen at work.

The final stop of the day was the island of Burano, also accessed via water bus.  This island is renowned for its brightly coloured houses and lacework.  The colours of the houses follow a specific system originating from the golden age of its development so if your house needs to be painted, you must make a request to the government who will then let you know what colour you can use.  We ended our busy day with a relaxing glass of white wine on a patio basking in the fading sunshine.

Accommodations were scarce in Milan on the weekend we planned to visit because of several events going on in the city including the Milan Marathon.  Sonja managed to find us two nights in an apartment a little outside the city centre.  This modern apartment with paper thin walls (and a screaming baby as a neighbour) lacked character, in stark contrast to the museum-like apartment in Florence.  It was less than ideal, but it was across the street from a Metro station giving us easy access to the entire city.  This was the smallest apartment we stayed in – a loft bedroom with twin beds and a double bed in the living area – but it was also the cheapest.  For two nights, it was sufficient to meet our needs.

As the second largest city in Italy (Rome is the largest), Milan is the main industrial, commercial and financial centre of Italy.  The city is recognized as a major world fashion and design capital with 12,000 companies, 800 show rooms, and 6,000 sales outlets, and four weeks dedicated to top design shows each year.  It is also well-known for several international events and fairs, including Milan Fashion Week and the Milan Furniture Fair, which was one of the events happening during the weekend we were there.

But we were there for the marathon so the first order of business was a visit to the race expo where Sonja picked up her race kit, after which we headed towards the historic centre to check out the sights – in the pouring rain.  In fact, it rained from the minute we arrived on Saturday afternoon until we left on Monday morning.

We found the Castello Sforzesco, one of the most famous monuments in Milan dating back to the 14th century, and wandered around the grounds for a short while; you could easily spend an entire day going through the twelve mini-museums and large archives that cover a vast array of subjects and periods from Palaeolithic history through to 1950s furniture of all things. The Castello complex includes The Museum of Ancient Art, The Furniture Museum, The Museum of Musical Instruments and the Applied Arts Collection, The Egyptian and Prehistoric sections of the Archaeological Museum and the Achille Bertarelli Print Collection. The best known of the current civic museums is the Pinacoteca del Castello Sforzesco, with an art collection which includes Michelangelo’s last sculpture, the Rondanini Pietà, Andrea Mantegna’s Trivulzio Madonna and Leonardo da Vinci’s Codex Trivulzianus manuscript. During the 15^thcentury, this castle was home to the aristocratic court of Lovico ‘il Moro’ Sforza, patron of Leonardo da Vinci.  Of course, we didn’t have time to visit any of these museums.

The highlight that afternoon was a visit to the Duomo.  This gothic cathedral took over five centuries to build; it is the third largest cathedral in the world and the largest gothic cathedral in the world.  To say it was impressive would be an understatement.  We entered the cathedral during mass and so we were privy to the medley of sounds of the organ, the choir and the priests.

On Sunday, Sonja arose before dawn to find her way to the marathon starting point. It was still raining and it was quite cold.  Chris and I thought of her as we stayed behind in our cosy beds (yes, we had the twin beds in the loft) sipping our espresso coffee.  We could easily have just lounged around all day, but we pushed ourselves and went back to the historic centre to do a little more sightseeing.  Imagine our surprise when we found ourselves next to the marathon route when we exited the subway in front of the Duomo.  We watched the runners for about a half an hour, clapping and cheering them on as loudly as we could even though the handful of other spectators lining the course were as quiet as church mice and kept darting puzzled looks our way.  We were even more surprised and pleased to see my sister heading our way – we couldn’t have planned it any better.  Chris managed to get a few photos of her as she made her way through the piazza.  I think she was happy to see our familiar faces even though she still had 16 km to go.

We went into the Duomo for a second look and I was surprised to see so many things I had missed the day before, like the huge crucifex hanging high above the alter at the front of the church, reputed to have one of the nails from the cross Christ died on.  After climbing 250 steps to the roof top, we stood outside on the Duomo roof in absolute awe.  Even though it was raining steadily, we walked slowly around the entire perimeter of the Duomo, taking in all the fine details of the gothic spires that were adorned by over 2000 statues.  I have never seen anything quite like it.

Off to the side of the piazza, we discovered the Galleria Vittorio Emanuele II, where we joined hordes of tourists seeking shelter from the rain under the double glass vaulted arcades. Apparently, this Milanese Galleria, larger in scale than its predecessors, was an important step in the evolution of the modern glazed and enclosed shopping mall. It has inspired the use of the term galleria for many other shopping arcades and malls.

We only spent a weekend in Milan but it was enough time to see the most important and memorable sights.  We found the city to be rather drab, an impression that I don’t think was entirely influenced by the dismal weather.  It seemed ironic that some of the world’s leading fashion designers came from such a dull and dreary place.

By now you may be wondering if we spent any time at all in Florence with all the day trips we had been doing.  Since it was our home base, we managed to squeeze in some sightseeing after our excursions to Pisa and Sienna but we hardly did the town justice.  A case in point, we stayed across the street from Santa Croce Basilica and didn’t have time to visit it!

As you probably know, Florence is the capital city of the Italian region of Tuscany and of the province of Florence. It is the most populous city in Tuscany, with approximately 370,000 inhabitants, expanding to over 1.5 million in the metropolitan area.  Florence is famous for its history and is considered the birthplace of the Renaissance.  It was declared a World Heritage Site by UNESCO in 1982, and it has been ranked by Forbes as one of the most beautiful cities in the world, due to Florence’s artistic and architectural heritage.

The best-known site of Florence is the domed cathedral of the city, Santa Maria del Fiore, known as The Duomo, whose dome was built by Filippo Brunelleschi. Some 600 years after its completion, the Duomo is still the largest dome built in brick and mortar in the world. The cathedral has an imposing presence in the centre of the historic district. When we entered the cathedral, the sombre notes of an organ echoed throughout the cathedral.  While I loved the exterior of the Duomo, the interior was a disappointment for me.  Sure it was huge and had some beautiful mosaic pictures on the walls, but the overall architecture was just not very inspiring, at least not to me.  I still can’t say whether or not the music, which I must admit was a nice touch, was live from the huge organ or whether it was just piped in, no pun intended.

A visit to the Uffizi Gallery marked our last afternoon in Florence.  Imagine, for centuries, people have been walking the hallways I was standing in, admiring the very paintings I was admiring.  Next to each painting, after the artist’s name, title and date of the painting, was the date the painting was acquired by the museum.  I was intrigued to see paintings that had been acquired as far back as the 16^th century and as recently as the 1970’s.  As for the art, well I think Sonja summed it up rather nicely:  “If I see one more painting of the virgin and baby, I’m going to scream!”  Yes, the renaissance artists loved this theme and we saw it repeated in room after room.  This was the first museum where I have seen paintings represented in relief format next to the original painting for the visually impaired.

My favourite part of the gallery was the temporary exhibit of tapestries that left me perplexed as to how it could be possible to create such magnificent masterpieces on the loom.  One tapestry was hung backwards to demonstrate the original, vivid colors which had long since faded from the front.  Much effort and expense is expended annually to restore these beautiful pieces of art to their original glory.

We elbowed our way through hordes of tourists and tour groups in the museum.  You could barely move without bumping into someone.  I hate crowds like that, especially in a museum because it is so difficult to see anything (notice the crowds in the photo above).  Florence in general was inundated with tourists.  I shudder to think what it is like in the middle of summer at the height of the tourist season.  No wonder the locals flee the cities to escape the heat and crowds.

“Pinocchio”, a classic of children’s literature and Italy’s second most read book after Manzoni’s “The Betrothed”, was written by Tuscan writer Carlo Lorenzini who was born in Florence in 1820.  He wrote under the pen name of C. Collodi and the story was first published in Rome in 1881. Naturally, there is an abundance of shops selling everything imaginable with a Pinocchio theme.  While very touristy, Sonja and I found this particular shop (photo above) to be very charming, filled with hand made wooden Pinocchio paraphernalia.

Sonja, posing with the artist of the artwork she bought.  
The Duomo is in the background.

Sonja’s photo – she was obsessed with bikes – and
had lots of photo opportunities to indulge her passion.

Our time in Florence was far too short, as there was much more to see.  I was disappointed that we didn’t have time to visit the Accademia Gallery where the original “David” sculpture by Michelangelo was on display.  I guess we’ll have to go back one day.

We couldn’t argue with Sonja’s logic:  How can you go to Italy and not see the Leaning Tower of Pisa?  Off we went by train to Pisa one morning, only an hour from Florence and only 7 euros per person each way.  By now we were getting the hang of the train system which was very easy to use.  The trains were fast, clean, comfortable, and most important, on time.  Tickets could be booked online or purchased at the ticket machine at the train station.  We each had a euro rail pass which we used for the more costly trips between the major cities.

We arrived in Pisa without a map and without any idea where the Tower was located.  Luckily, there was a large tourist map outside the train station where the path to the Tower was actually worn out from use!  We studied the map for a minute, committed the route to memory and set out for the half hour walk through streets that were lined with many chic shops and restaurants along with a few churches which of course we popped in to see.

Suddenly, while walking down the street, the Tower appeared before our eyes, leaving me with a memorable first impression. I have seen pictures of the tower, but nothing prepared me for this first glimpse of it.  Quite simply, it was beautiful.  It was also much larger than I had expected.  For some reason, perhaps because all the photos I have seen the Tower stands alone, I wasn’t expecting it to be part of a large complex of equally stunning buildings which are now museums, open to the public. I don’t know what I was thinking because, after all, the tower is the freestanding bell tower of the cathedral. It is situated behind the Cathedral and is the third oldest structure in Pisa’s Cathedral Square after the Cathedral and the Baptistry.

The photo to the right is not an illusion.  It accurately illustrates the degree to which the tower is leaning – 3.99 degrees to be exact.  Prior to restoration work performed between 1990 and 2001, the tower leaned at an angle of 5.5 degrees. The top of the tower is now displaced horizontally 3.9 metres (12 ft 10 in) from where it would be if the structure were perfectly vertical.

Just like in Florence, this place was swarming with tourists, tour groups, and school children on class trips.  It was difficult to take a photo without a dozen strangers in it.  And of course everyone was posing for photographs pretending to “hold up” the leaning tower to prevent it from falling. The illusion is created through the principle of forced perspective.  We didn’t even bother trying to take such a photo mainly because we thought it was pretty cheesy but also because there were just too many people in the way.

Given our time constraints (we wanted to be back in Florence by early afternoon), we walked around the area, taking lots of pictures, before heading back to the train station.  Although our time in Pisa was short, we all agreed it was well worth the trip to see the Tower in person.

Of course, Chris and I were secretly content with the knowledge that we could return for a day to explore the Tower and the museums in depth later in May.

Cinque Terre is comprised of five quaint fishing villages connected by ancient rustic paths that hug this rugged part of the Italian Riviera coastline.  A century ago, the trails and boats were the only means of transport to and from the villages.  Today trains link the five villages offering visitors and locals more convenient access.  This area is now protected within the boundaries of a National Park ensuring the region retains its historic integrity. The lack of modern development gives visitors the opportunity to enjoy the charm and beauty of these villages that date back to the Middle Ages. Grapes are grown on terraced gardens perched high on the cliffs overlooking the Ligurian Sea.  Lemon trees dot the hillsides in abundance.

We booked our tour through Viator which is a third party agency that offers access to tours worldwide.  The local tour company was called WalkaboutFlorence.  We would recommend both Viator in general and this tour in particular.

As we travelled 2.5 hours by bus to the starting point of the tour which would begin at the second village, Manarola, our tour guides Alex and Chris introduced themselves and offered excellent information en route such as clarifying the white mountains we saw in the distance were not covered in snow but were actually glistening with Carrera marble.  It then made sense why we saw so many yards along the highway full of huge slabs of marble ready to be cut.

We began in the second village, Manarola, where we had the opportunity to walk along some of the ancient paths along the edge of the terraced hills, overlooking the village.  We took the train to the next village, Corniglia which was perched about 100 metres above sea level.

After climbing 382 steps, or the equivalent of 33 flights of stairs, we were rewarded with spectacular views.  We enjoyed a delicious lunch on a terrace overlooking the town and the sea we returned to the train station, yes, back down those 382 steps, and on to the next town, Vernazza.

View of Corniglia from the restaurant terrace where we had lunch.
Notice the lemon tree in the foreground. 

Vernazza was the town which was greatly affected by the floods and mudslides last November.  They have made tremendous progress cleaning up the mud and the damage – mud went as high as the first story of many buildings.

It was from here that we hiked to the last town, Monterosso.  The hike was challenging as we traversed the hills following rather narrow and sometimes treacherous and slippery paths.  It was no surprise that Sonja lead the pack setting a rather quick pace.  As she pointed out, the sooner we got there the more time we would have to do some shopping and sample the local food and wine. The two hour hike only took us one hour!

In Monterosso, we discovered a lovely little shop where the shopkeeper encouraged us to sample everything in the store, including several of the wines from the region.  Sonja found many items to purchase as souvenirs.  With a half an hour to spare, we parked ourselves on a patio overlooking the sea and enjoyed a couple of glasses of the local white wine.  I couldn’t think of a better way to spend a Tuesday afternoon.

Dipping our toes in the Mediterranean Sea.

Back on the train, we returned to the first village, Riomaggiore where we explored for a little while before we stopped for another glass of wine on yet another beautiful patio overlooking the sea.  This time, our guides treated the group to compensate for not being able to take the boat from Monterosso due to high winds which was hardly their fault but we appreciated the gesture of goodwill nonetheless.  We did one final walk along the coast back to the train station which took us to La Spezia where we boarded our bus for the journey to Florence.

It was a long day – almost 12 hours – but well worth it.  The weather cooperated with a mixture of sun and cloud, comfortable temperatures and most importantly, no rain.  Our tour guides, Alex and Chris were knowledgeable, energetic, and very attentive to the needs of each member in the group.  They were some of the best tour guides we have encountered in our travels.  The entire tour was well organized; we would highly recommend it to anyone who is tight on time and wants to see Cinque Terre in a day.

Our trip with my sister Sonja began in Florence where we met at the train station; we came from Venice and Sonja came from Rome.  We stayed in an apartment in the historic centre, across the street from Santa Croce Basilica.  In fact, our living room windows looked out to the Basilica.  It was a perfect location and a wonderfully charming apartment, with more space than we needed or even used.  We walked everywhere from the apartment, including to the bus and train stations.  The apartment was on the third floor of an old building that did not have an elevator.  While the apartment boasted all modern conveniences it was filled with antiques, wonderful artwork, and lots of interesting knick knacks giving it a very authentic feel.

Sonja had a “must see” list that included excursions to Sienna and Pisa.  We also had a full day tour already booked to Cinque Terre.  We were cramming a lot into our four days but first we had to get ourselves oriented.  I am always surprised at how we drop ourselves into a new place that is completely foreign to us and within 24 hours I know my way around sufficiently to feel like I have been there for a month.  In short order, we found a grocery store to stock up on provisions, ate an over-priced and not very good lunch on a patio, and we were unpacked and had the first load of laundry on the go.  And then the rain began.  It rained on and off for the next four days.

Sonja snapped this photo after we ducked into a cafe to seek shelter from the relentless rain.

We awoke the next morning to steady drizzle.  Chris suggested it might be a good museum day, but Sonja made the astute observation (of which we reminded her frequently afterwards):  We’re going to get a little wet no matter what we do.  And so we stuck to our original plan and took the bus to Sienna which was only an hour away – on the express bus – and an hour and a half on the local bus which we inadvertently took.  By the time we arrived, it was pouring buckets.  We wandered around for a while browsing through the infamous “Tuesday Market” and stocking up on some local cheese, salami and vegetables.  But when the thunder and lightning began and the rain turned to hail, and we were soaked to the skin, we all agreed it was time to go home.  Sienna was a bust as far as I was concerned, but Sonja was satisfied that she had at least caught a glimpse of it and saw the beautiful countryside as well.  I comforted myself with the knowledge that Chris and I would go back later in May while we were on the farm which was only 50 km south of Sienna.

Soaked to the skin and ready to go back to Florence.

Travel Tip:  If travelling with three or more people, consider staying in an apartment of which there are many to choose from.  It can be very cost effective and offers a lot more space than a traditional hotel room not to mention full kitchen and often laundry facilities too.  Airbnb.com is a great site for accommodations – we found all our South American apartments through this site as well as those in Italy.  Click here to see the airbnb listing for the Florence apartment.

We have been in Italy with my sister Sonja for just over two weeks and have visited the major tourist destinations: Florence, Venice and Rome.  We even managed to squeeze in a weekend in Milan so that Sonja could run the Milan Marathon.  We did as much as humanly possible so that Sonja could see and experience everything on her bucket list. What a time we have had!  The history and architecture, the plethora of art, sculptures, churches, mosaics, tapestries – it has left us in awe. We have discovered Italian coffee – cappucino is my absolute favourite and I may never go back to drinking American coffee again.  And the gelato – divine! We have tasted what “al dente” really means and now understand why Italians think we massacre pasta in America.  The cheese and salamis and abundance of cheap but good red wine – we love it all.  Was I Italian in a former life??

This was the first time I have travelled for more than a weekend with my sister and while the pace was much more intense than what we’ve been used to these past few months, I was pleasantly surprised at how well we all travelled together.  We all seemed to be in agreement most of the time as to what to see, where to go and what to eat.  And when we didn’t agree, we were quite happy to go our separate ways for a few hours to pursue our own interests before regrouping later in the day. Amazingly, our itinerary was executed perfectly: we never missed a train, we always found our apartments, all our accommodations were better than expected, we never got lost unless it was intentional (more about that later), we never lost each other.

Everything was perfect, except, of course, the weather.  We arrived in Venice to cold temperatures (below 10C which felt freezing cold to us after spending the last two months in the tropics) and cloudy skies but at least it didn’t rain on that first day in Italy.  The rain began the next day and it rained on and off for a week! Some days were downright miserable like the day we visited Sienna and got soaked to the skin as the relentless rain turned to hail accompanied by thunder and lightening.  But then the sun came out in Venice and continued to shine right through to the end of Sonja’s visit.   I’ve been told temperatures are going to hit 30C by the weekend!

Sonja left yesterday and we have now resumed our slow travel pace.  Today is a national holiday in Italy and most things are closed so we are taking a welcome break from sightseeing.  Besides, my brain is so full right now, I don’t think I can absorb anything new, and my feet are still aching from wearing the wrong shoes for hours on end on those ancient cobblestone streets in Rome. The price of vanity I suppose.

I will now take some time to write about what we did during these past two weeks and share some of the amazing photos that have been taken.  There is so much to tell but I will try to stick to the highlights.

In the meantime, check out the latest addition to our website: the photo gallery.  After much discussion and many debates, this part of the website is finally coming together in a way that I have always envisioned it.   It can be accessed from the header image at the top of the website – it is the first item listed on the sign post – or you can access it from the left hand column, about half way down in the “Other Info” section.  We have created a Flickr account to host all our photos and we have linked our website to Flickr via a slick plugin very appropriately called “slickr flickr”.

The main purpose of the photo gallery is to showcase more of the amazing photos taken by Chris.  While the photos in the blog support the narrative text, they are a drop in the bucket compared to the thousands of photos that Chris has taken. But the photo gallery offers so much more.  Chris manipulates many of his photos using a variety of techniques that transforms them into veritable works of art.  He is continuously finessing his technique and striving for the perfect shot. As his biggest fan, I am thrilled to have a forum in which to display his wonderful work.

The photo gallery is a work in progress and we’re still trying to figure out the best way to organize the photos to make them easy to access and enjoyable to view.  You’ll notice that Chris has added a watermark to his photos, also something that we’re experimenting with in terms of size and location on the photo.  The purpose of the watermark is to prevent his photos from being reproduced without his permission.  You’re free to enjoy them on-line but if you wish to print them or use them in any way, we’d appreciate hearing from you beforehand.  We’re also exploring commercial opportunities and it’s important to retain ownership of the photos in order to leverage such possibilities.

You can expect a lot more photos to be added to the gallery in the coming days and weeks. We’d love to hear your feedback on the photo gallery both in terms of how we have organized the photos as well as the content itself.