Hello friends and fam!
Here I am in my dorm room on San Servolo, an island about a 10 minute vaporetto (water bus-- you can see why I would prefer the Italian word for it) ride from Venezia proper. I'm not sure whether the room I sit in is space-age themed or just internationally bland, but it has 14 ft ceilings, 9 ft. windows with giant shutters and a balcony that overlooks the Venice and the sunset.
Life certainly is hard, isn't it?
Aside from the stunningly gorgeous post-card views that San Servolo offers, I've been attempting to become acclimated to life in Venice. Since it's orientation, our group benefits from a lot of free time. Each day around 4, we venture into the city and promptly get lost. I've always been directionally challenged, but this is a whole new frontier of ineptitude. I am no help, but I always speak with conviction ("Guys, it's totally this way. I remember that canal."). The group is starting to learn to take my directions and promptly walk in the opposite direction. It's probably for the best...
Because BC has a meal plan, they set us up with meal vouchers for 5 days a week. Seems like a sweet deal, no? NO. These meal vouchers are only accepted at a handful of questionable establishments which are tricky to find (especially since our list of places is not at all up to date). Sometimes we stumble upon good food and wine. That is right, BC pays for the wine. Who knew it was so progressive?
I'm off to search for school supplies. I managed to pack a small library of books to read for pleasure but only have one pen and no paper. I need to buy it some fellows because if I lose this one I'm up a creek. Love to anyone and everyone bored enough to read my ramblings. Pictures to come (I'm waiting for the end of Carnivale to add some that accurately capture the touristy madness).
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