In Venice Raising a Glass to La Serenissima

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Canal-side drinks in Venice

About Venice: 118 small islands in Northeast Italy riddled with canals and linked by bridges. The city and marshy lagoon where it is located are UNESCO World Heritage Sites. Here composer Antonio Vivaldi and explore Marco Polo were born, and Casanova wrote about his romantic escapades.

Golden streaks of sunlight filter through my glass of Prosecco directing the eye to the shimmering canal below.  Jesus and I are outside a small
hole-in-the-wall bar in Venice, leaning against the cement and brick wall that separates the walkway from the waterway.
I take a sip of my sparkling wine and watch a couple of local teenagers cruise by in a motorboat. “When do you think kids here are allowed to drive boats?” I ask Jesus in Spanish. Since he is busy snapping pictures of his glass of wine with the canal in the background, he shrugs and does his I-don’t-know frown.
In Venice, travel by boat is ideal…
Since we paid before taking our drinks out into the sunshine, I gulp down the last drops of my drink, Jesus grabs our glasses, plunks them down on the counter inside, and we’re off.
Wandering endlessly should be declared the local sport in Venice, where a straight route from A to B is nearly impossible. 
To find any given place in the floating city we traverse a labyrinth of streets that dead-end in water, and bridges that lead to abandoned palazzos. 
 Almost eight years have passed since the last time I set foot in Venice, but since I’ve been before, and Jesus hasn’t, he expects me to act as the expert.
This is hilarious considering my sense of direction can get me
lost in Barcelona, the city I’ve lived in for over seven years now, not to mention my hometown in Missouri.
Venetian Carnevale masks in a storefront

Not that it matters. Getting lost in Venice is a large part of its charm. Cheesy storefronts crammed with “I heart Venice” key-chains, souvenir mugs and glass figurines made in China share the streets with shops hawking traditional Venetian wares.

There are hand-made journals, brightly colored Murano glass and intricate Burano lace fans from nearby islands. Carnevale masks in a multitude of shapes face the world with shameless decadence, elaborately adorned with metallic paints, fabrics and feathers.
Pig-shaped sausages, behind the cheese
One window houses massive cheeses and funny sausages shaped like pigs. Behind another sheet of glass are piles of sweets, among them fist-sized acid-green cookies with nuts and chocolate chunks, labeled Dolce al Pistacchio (pistachio sweet).
I’m immediately intrigued (brightly colored edible things), but Jesus yanks gently on my arm, reminding me that we are actually looking for something—a supermarket. Since we’ve been walking in circles for almost an hour now, I flag down a woman smoking outside a hip boutique and get directions. 

At the tiny grocery store, we shake bottles to make sure we’re buying still water. I grab some bread, salami, prosciutto and smoked provolone for sandwiches. Jesus adds a bag of olive oil-flavored chips, and a few cans of beer. I top it all off with a bottle of Prosecco.

Pistachio Sweets
After we drag our tired feet and shopping bags up five flights of stairs to our hotel room (3 stars, no elevator?), we have a picnic feast on a narrow stretch of carpet in front of the television.

There are no channels in Spanish, and we’re not up for CNN, so it’s MTV’s Jersey Shore, with subtitles in Italian, that blares in the background. I roll my eyes at the screen and turn to Jesus. “Tomorrow’s another day. You, me, and Venice,” I beam, holding up a bottle of Prosecco.
He holds up his beer, and smiles back at me, “ I’ll toast to that.” 

Chris Ciolli
Chris Ciolli is a Barcelona-based writer, translator and artist with Midwestern roots. She shares her escapades as a Missourian in the world at Midwesternerabroad.com, and writes about Barcelona from a guiri-gone-native perspective at Barcelonaforidiots.com. A closet foodie and self-proclaimed art addict, Chris typically blogs about the drinks, eats and other cultural attractions she encounters on her travels. In her spare moments, she reads obsessively, slurps excessive quantities of coffee and tea, and plays with art supplies and kitchen tools. Oh, and travels as much as humanly possible.
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