Time to say goodbye to Venice. Again we were torn between hating to leave, but equally despising the number of tourist groups that totally dominate the St Marc's area. When we stepped outside our hotel, it was literally like trying to cross the road in Hong Kong. You had to 'eye a break in the traffic' move swiftly and target a spot to get to. I am not sure what was scarier - getting collected by a camera wielding, overweight tourist, or actually get carried along with them for the day:) I somehow think the latter!
We caught our 'carriage' to the train station, and this is when the reality check kicks in. Lugging bags, that somehow over the course of the past 3 weeks have exploded in size, through walls of people at the station. We were early (John Farrell early, which takes 'fashionably early' to a whole new level) and sought a seat and caffeine. First stop was the station Cafeteria - should have read the warning signs before we headed in - but we were desperate for a coffee. The most arrogant staff you can imagine. Pretty sure they had not read the definition of 'hospitality business' as people were grunted at, sworn at, in Italian of course, but that did not fool an American lady who insisted on an apology as she had only asked where the sugar was! Would definitely give the 'Soup Nazi' a run for his money! Worst coffee ever, and still had an hour to kill. Found a cafe outside the station and relaxed with a beer and antipasto plate. Life returned to normal! John has completely redeemed himself with this train to Rome. First class - clean, roomy and the best bit, not sharing with anyone.
See you in Roma! X