In Napoli, where Love is King - Venice Part 1

I know Dean Martin's "That's Amore" is not talking about Venice.  But that's the song I had through my head the entire weekend, so it's become the theme of these blog posts.

I used miles to fly to Venice on a Wednesday night as we had Thursday and Friday off for Ascension day.  Amazing - not a Christian country, but the Dutch celebrate more Christian holidays that the US.

This is where my luck with flying came to a screeching halt.  Since this flight series to Venice, I've been delayed on every flight since, some to dramatic effect.  I've suddenly got very bad luck when flying. 

I flew from Amsterdam to Vienna on Austrian air and then from there to Venice.  The flight into Vienna pulled up last minute due to a plane getting stuck on the runway.  Because of that delay, I ended up with a direct escort to my next plane that they kept waiting for me.  Now that's service! 

When I got to Venice, I pulled my bag out to the boat dock with my alligator boat return ticket.  It's not called an alligator boat, but the Italian looked like that word (alilaguna).  I landed about 9:30....the boat ride to my side of Venice took 2 full hours.  But, you are in Venice, so it doesn't really matter.  I enjoyed the scenery (lit up islands and spooky piers).  I got to my hotel around midnight after a brief walk off the pier, but quickly realized that the city is not meant for wheel bags.  No matter, I conquered those bridges like a champ and enjoyed a nice quiet night in a very small hotel about 500 yards from St Mark's square. Location, location!!!