I’ve been told that getting lost in Venice is the best way to discover all the city has to offer. I’m not sure if friends have fed me these lies due to my ability of getting lost while trying to navigate my way out of a paper bag or if there’s actually some truth behind it all. Sadly, it didn’t take long to figure this out first hand as all it took was one wrong turn near the Rialto Bridge before we were lost in the alleyways and piazzas on the mean streets of Venice. Before the mistake occurred, we stood at Piazza San Marco and talked about having enough time for a nice long gelato break during the slow stroll back to our flat to get ready for the festivities that evening. Fighting words may have been tossed around regarding a quick nap as well to help us cope with long night ahead of us as well. What we didn’t account for was the one wrong turn that would change a 15 minute stroll into an hour-long journey where we were the equivalent of 2 mice running around in a labyrinth. There were actual signs and homemade signs for the challenged and still everything looked the same but different. We weaved right and then left and tried to follow the signs to the best of our ability but knew that we had no idea where we were and the clock was ticking away ever so quickly. We were cold. We were tired. And most importantly, we were without gelato.
Eventually, we finally found ourselves at a recognizable bridge near the train station. Turns out we had practically walked every inch of Venice that we could have that afternoon and overshot our flat by 30 minutes in the wrong direction. Nevertheless, we knew that we only had another 30 minutes left to walk before we were home. The sad part was that since we had wasted so much time walking around aimlessly, all we could do was dash into the flat and do a quick 5 minute change before we had to rush out the door once again. The only outstanding problem was that we had no idea where our next event was. This being the case, we did the only imaginable thing in this situation – called a friend. The friend we were meeting up with had already sourced our how we were going to get to the next location and due to her getting lost earlier in the day as well – she made the brilliant decision to jump onto a water bus that would drop us off exactly where we needed to meet up with the group. Ahhh, if we had only thought of this mode of transportation hours before than that quick power nap might have actually happened. Oh well, you win some…you loss some but I doubt I’d go as far as saying that this was the best way to discover the city.