Ciao, Venice

I took an overnight sleeper train from Paris to Venice, it took about 14 hours (while Im writing this, Wham just came on over the speakers "Wake Me Up"). This is one of the most interesting social situations I have ever been in. 5 people, including me, who seemingly have never experienced this before. We had to collectively figure out to fold up the seats to make the middle bunk (the compartment sleeps 6) and everyone spoke a differently language so there wasnt much conversation, more gestures and nervous chuckles.

I slept terrible. I was paranoid something would happen. I wasnt sure what I thought might happen, just something bad while I slept.

I get to Venice and the train station is literally on the water. You exit, and there is water. I looked up directions to my hotel before I left but still, I was all disoriented and just hoped I had gotten on the right water bus (Now Kenny Loggins "Footloose" came on). Luckily Im staying near San Marco square so the chances of me finding my way back to my hotel at the end of each day are pretty high.

My hotel has tiny packets of Nutella out on the breakfast bar. Pretty much my heaven on earth.

Since internet in Venice is grossly expensive, expect to hear from in a couple days when I get to Rome.

Laters.