Day 2 started with breakfast, of course, which consisted of croissants lathered in Nutella, prosciutto, cheese, yogurt, fruit, cereal, and scrambled eggs. We all dove into the Nutella headfirst. Some of us, who shall remain nameless, collected the little containers of Nutella at every hotel we stayed at- and in bulk. For whatever reason, the Nutella over there is way better than it is here and we would hoard it like it was going out of style. Little did we know, by the end of our trip we would never want to see another croissant ever the fuck again. It became a joke- "I hope there will be croissants for breakfast at this hotel." Always croissants for breakfast, always.
After a delicious, cozy, fun night in Milan and decent breakfast the following morning, we set off to Venice via Verona. We stopped in Verona for the afternoon and did some sightseeing. We saw the Romeo and Juliette balcony, the Juliette wall, the gum and lock walls, etc. Verona felt more like Italy than Milan did for most of us. Milan was fairly similar to a lot of cities you might see here in the States. For lunch we stopped at this quaint little trattoria known for its yummy wine.
We got a bottle of white wine and I ordered risotto with porcini mushrooms for lunch. I would have licked the plate clean if it wasn't wildly inappropriate and rude. It was absolutely delicious, which is what I kept saying to myself once I realized it had cost me 16 euro. For those of you who aren't familiar with the conversion, every euro is $1.32 USD. So, that lunch cost me $21.12 USD. Oops. After every purchase- food or otherwise, I would convert the amount into USD and remind myself, "I'm in Italy- fuck it." Or I would say, "when in [insert city here]." It's how I rationalized.
After our stop in Verona, we continued onto our hotel in Lido Di Jesolo, which is about 50 minutes or so away from Venice. This hotel was an early April fools joke for many of us and it was hardly hilarious. We struggled to fit into our rooms with our luggage. It was quite the squeeze. When I walked into the bathroom, which was literally just big enough for the toilet, bidet, and sink, I noticed that something seemed to be missing. Something like a shower. Well, the shower was there but the shower head was mounted on the wall pointing down at the toilet. The bathroom WAS the shower- you follow me? We got used to it, though, and it will be funny to look back on...kind of.
Our first night in Lido Di Jesolo we had our welcome dinner, which was taken care of by EFCollege Break. We started with some bruschetta and bread dipped in olive oil & balsamic. With my newfound fuck it attitude, I inhaled that bruschetta like I would never see food ever again. For prima piatti we had gnocchi and for secondi piatti we had veal in a white wine sauce and roasted potatoes. So much food. Naturally, we also had dessert. As you can see, we had tiramisu, which was pretty good but difficult to make room for- even in a stretchy skirt.
Our first night in Lido Di Jesolo we had our welcome dinner, which was taken care of by EFCollege Break. We started with some bruschetta and bread dipped in olive oil & balsamic. With my newfound fuck it attitude, I inhaled that bruschetta like I would never see food ever again. For prima piatti we had gnocchi and for secondi piatti we had veal in a white wine sauce and roasted potatoes. So much food. Naturally, we also had dessert. As you can see, we had tiramisu, which was pretty good but difficult to make room for- even in a stretchy skirt.
The night was young and Lido Di Jesolo was hardly ready for us. We went to this awesome outdoor bar a few blocks away from our hotel where I indulged in what would be several "electric" drinks over the next two nights. This beverage was a spank in the mouth and I can't say I disliked it in the slightest. Look at how pretty it is! When I asked the bartender to make me a vodka soda with a splash of pineapple he gave me this awful twisted look of disapproval and in a thick Italian accent said, "NO, NO, that is-ah SOO bad-ah, I make-ah you a special drink-ah, yes?" Sure, when in Lido Di Jesolo. As I watched him make this concoction my jaw hit the floor. I kept asking, "WAIT, WHAT IS THATTTT?" First to go in the mix was a liquid from what appeared to be an unmarked black bottle, followed by 5 different bottles of something else, which I was unable to identify. All at once this guy had five bottles in between his fingers pouring a fountain of electric goodness into my cup. I had no idea what to expect- my first thought: electric death.
One electric drink later, I uh-oh'd my way to the dance floor with my new friends. It was here that I earned the nickname, "click-click" for all the head "clicking" I did on the dance floor. Bucket list check off: dance to the "go white girl" chant- CHECK.
Anyone who knows me, knows that I feel most alive when I'm dancing. It is my favorite thing to do in the whole entire world. I did plenty of that in Italy and went to bed with a smile on my face each night. I miss the nightlife in Italy. I don't miss the aggressive, uncoordinated Italian men though. Thankfully, "no" is a universal word. Italian men just have selective hearing. We all had a ball nonetheless.
For many of us, the real uh-oh would come the following morning and would not be accompanied by the beat of Beyonce's Crazy in Love. On day 3 we were up early and on a boat ride making our way to beautiful Venezia. :]
Anyone who knows me, knows that I feel most alive when I'm dancing. It is my favorite thing to do in the whole entire world. I did plenty of that in Italy and went to bed with a smile on my face each night. I miss the nightlife in Italy. I don't miss the aggressive, uncoordinated Italian men though. Thankfully, "no" is a universal word. Italian men just have selective hearing. We all had a ball nonetheless.
For many of us, the real uh-oh would come the following morning and would not be accompanied by the beat of Beyonce's Crazy in Love. On day 3 we were up early and on a boat ride making our way to beautiful Venezia. :]