On to Venezia. What a journey this was. The original plan was to take a nice overnight sleeper to Venice. But, the travel gods were not pleased with us that night. We needed to take a train from Salzburg to a transfer station. We did that with no complications, but then we decided to step on to the wrong train. We realized this about 30 minutes riding it. After confirming with the conductor that we were definitely heading the wrong direction, he just told us we should go back. So, we did. At the transfer station, we went to the ticketing office and found that we missed the last train to Venice. I did not like this realization very much. I’m one of those people that likes to plan things out in advance, and if something happens to deviate from the plan, I get upset. My brother is the opposite, so good thing he was there. After pacing back and forth, venting out my steam, we went back and found that another train is leaving for Venice, but we would have to head back towards Salzburg and wait there a few hours. And, we would have to buy tickets for that train somehow. So back to Salzburg. The next challenge was buying a ticket. All ticketing offices were closed, and there was no way I could buy one at a kiosk. We knew what we had to do, so we awaited our fate at McDonald’s. It was time to board our train, and in a desperate move, we kindly explained the situation to the conductor, making sure to explain every detail, and reminding him that we are basically stranded if we weren’t allowed on board. We finally asked if we can hitch a ride on his train with no ticket. We wait. The conductor looks up with a stern face and replies- “Sure!”. And that was that. No questions, no nothing. All he said was, if there’s space, take it. Thankfully, it was a late night departure and wasn’t as crowded. Thank the Lord! We got on, found a nice cabin, and layed down. But, it was THE most stressful ride to Venice. Every stop we made, we were worried we would be in someone’s assigned seat and would have to get up looking for empty seats. That never came. And that’s how Venice started.
Venice itself is unique, and there’s no other city quite like it, with the canals and all. The Doge’s Palace, people watching at Piazza San Marco, and the Rialto. All good times. One day is enough here.


