Having figured out the bus to Venice the day before, it was a piece of cake to do it again the next day. We got the car completely packed by 10 am, but with permission from the host, we left the car in the parking area of the Airbnb and took the bus to the Santa Lucia station. Once we got there, we went to an information booth and asked how we take a ferry to Murano, the island where the famous Venetian glass is made. She sold us the tickets (€15 each round trip) and showed us where the loading dock was. Easy.
We sat in the front of the ferry to Murano. The windows were open and the breeze felt good. Occasionally a little mist of water would splash in. The ride to Murano took about 20 minutes, some of which was spent going through canals before hitting the open lagoon.
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| On the ferry to Murano |
After getting what we wanted from the museum experience, we headed out to find some lunch. We thought about a cafe or restaurant, but we passed a little Coop, so we just popped in there and bought some premade sandwiches and chips. We looked for a nice place to eat, like a park, but couldn't find anything. We found a gelato place and the girls working there (seeing us eating our sandwiches and talking about getting gelato after lunch) told us where a little nearby park was. So we ate at a park, sitting on a proper bench.
The gelato was fantastic as always.
The final goal was to buy a little bit of glass jewelry. Sofia found some earrings and Cristina settled on some necklaces for gifts and an earring/necklace set for herself.
We ferried back to Venice, and just like the previous day had to run a little bit to catch the bus.
We walked back to the Airbnb, loaded up in the car and headed to our next destination, San Venanzio.
For the first time on all these toll roads, my credit card was not accepted at a tollbooth. I finally pressed the red help button and explained. The toll god said he'd print a receipt and I could pay it online. Cool. And even better, I had 15 days to pay it. In looking closer at the receipt later on, I could pay online, or at any place that accepted payments, like the tobacco shops, corner markets, etc.
The Airbnb was on the third floor of an apartment building, a bit out in the country. Very agricultural area. Corn fields and hay bales. Our host Roberto showed us around the apartment with his very limited English (we used Google Translate on the phones quite a bit). I couldn't get any of the AC remotes to work, so Roberto went out to buy new batteries. The place was roomy but definitely lacked a lot of things we expected (like salt, pepper, oil, a Moka pot, etc.). Roberto recommended two eating places, a trattoria called Pippi (which sounded like pee-pee). And a pizza place. He said we could go to the pizza place tomorrow, but we decided to do pizza tonight.
First we went to Lidl and bought breakfast stuff, salad stuff to go with our pizza, and picnic supplies for the next day.
I'm not totally sure why he said to go to the pizza place the next night, but when we got there, I think we understood why. This was Saturday night and the place was packed. We asked the guy at the front check-in area if we could get takeaway pizzas, and he ushered us to the back bar where we ordered four pizzas to go. That friendly guy said it would be about 15 minutes (I confirmed "one-five or five-oh?") and then he'd bring them out to us, so it totally worked out. If we had wanted a table, I wonder how long the wait would have been. I'm guessing at least an hour.
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| People waiting to get a table at pizza place |
We got home and ate pizza and salad. It was yummy. The crust was super thin and crisp.
We started washing some clothes and noticed that the washer leaked. We let Roberto know through What's App, but he didn't see the message. He probably had gone to bed already (it was about 10:30). So we just put towels on the floor and made the best of it.
This place had some issues, but the beds were very comfortable. And the AC worked. So all was well.
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