This weekend was very relaxing. I slept in late on Saturday and went to Lido for the afternoon. Similarly to the States, there was HEAVY traffic getting to and from the beach on a Saturday. The Vaportto was PACKED and Europeans do not care about personal space whatsoever. American's have this "bubble" that no one else can enter unless invited. Venetians have no problem standing right against you, like you've been buddies for years. Also, hygiene is very different. I don’t think deodorant is necessary. Semi-unfortunate on a packed, hot, sweaty boat.
On Sunday, I slept in very late again and decided to take a walk around my neighborhood. A lot of my friends in the program were CRAVING good ol' fashion American food, so we ventured to the Hard Rock Cafe for dinner. After a week of small portions, American nachos may have not been the best idea. It was the most full I have been the entire time I've been here. I think that was the goal, but it didn't feel good. I missed the "light" feeling. I'm so used to eating to fill myself, but as my parent's trainor says, we should "eat to live, not live to eat."
Experience: Today was SO COOL! We finally ventured to Piazza San Marco, or St. Mark's Square. As predicted, there were MILLIONS of pigeons.

Marina (the art hisorian that has been touring with us) was able to take us inside St. Mark's Basilica and showed us a really holy area where St. Marco is supposedly buried. She told us that they hardly ever let tourists look, so it was really special to get the chance to see.

Definitely not allowed to take photos. I snuck a few.
I plan on going back within the next three weeks and paying the three euro it costs to look at the square from the top.

More amazing mosaic, similar to Torcello.

Always fun to find this star in a church!
After the basilica, we ventured to Palazzo Ducale di Venezia, or Doge's Palace. This was really awesome because it was the home to all the important government people of Venice in the 1300's, but it was also the prison for the most dangerous criminals. The building is beautiful and regal, but the basment is a cold and dark jail.

This is essentially a Tattle-Box. This is where Venetians could tell the government about traitors and rule-breakers.
One of the girls in my program was almost thrown out of the palace for taking pictures, so I only snuck one.

how gorgeous is this ceiling? I want to redecorate my room to look like THAT please.
View from the palace. I think I'm going to have to blow this one up and frame it when I come home.
Thought: Is The U.S. the only place in the world that serves ice cold tap water? Every country I've been to outside North America seems to be flabbergasted by free cold water. Here in Venice is no different. First, waiters pretend to not know what "tap" or "sink" water is. They know, they just want you to BUY bottled. Second, even when they finally bring tap, its medium cold in a TINY glass, no ice. Not even enough to wet my throat. Even at the Hard Rock, an AMERICAN resturant, we asked for tap water and our lovely waitress said she could get in so much trouble for bringing us ice tap water. We had to pretend they were voldkas. I wasn't very good at pretending; I don't know anyone that can gulp a huge glass of plain voldka as fast as I did. (The glasses were huge! And she gave us lemon! Who knew I could miss water so much.) We gave her a big American tip for her kindness.
Ciao for now! xo - sam