This morning we had to check out of our B&B. We had a very nice breakfast outside then took our bags and left. Our host drove us to the bus stop thankfully, then from there we headed towards the train station. As we walked in, we looked for the luggage drop-off. The line stretched for what seemed like miles. We got in line, and waited somewhat patiently as the time wore on. Finally, we made it to the counter (over an hour!).
We checked in our bags and started our adventure, prepared to get lost. That's really one of the greatest things to do in Venice; getting lost, because you find yourself through narrow alleys filled with beautiful scenery, flowers, the canals, and really wonderful people. In fact, I could spend a whole week just walking aimlessly around Venice, content. You can't walk in Venice though and not go to a store selling Murano glass, their oh-so-famous homemade extraordinary glass. We bought some gifts, then headed back to the station.
We had a few hours back at the station just to spend. So we sat on the steps outside and people/canal/boat watched. It was nice, because a group of guys sat down on the steps near us and started singing and playing their instruments. A church group then came to sit on the stairs also. What was weird was that they were drinking and smoking... I just found that funny. Because of this, my mom and I decided to walk down the road.
We stopped at the store we had bought at earlier, and watched the man draw with charcoal. It was absolutely MIRACULOUS. And the thing is, he didn't even need an art class. He had developed his own talents well enough to teach, but teaching does not pay enough to live. After buying one of his insanely talented masterpieces, we raced back to the station to be on time for the train to Ljubljana, Slovenia.
The train left at 9:20 PM. In our foursome seat, we had a guy from Brazil named Pedro who is studying/living in Italy. We also had a man that lived in Belgium part of the year and a spiritual, mountain house in Slovenia the rest of the time. The whole train ride we all laughed, talked, learned about each other, and shared stories of our homelands. Pedro agreed with me that soccer, sorry, futball because we're in Europe, is the world's best sport. Go Pedro! ;) The train arrived in Ljubljana at 1:40 AM, which was where Pedro, my mom, and I had to get off. We said our fair-wells to the Belgium/Slovenian man, whose name was too difficult to catch, and walked off the train. We exchanged emails and Facebook names, then walked our separate ways. After finally making it to our hotel, around 2 AM, we crashed.