Sunday: Amsterdam-Venice

We had taken the train to Amsterdam on Saturday night to be at Schiphol early. Good thing too, because there was construction and power problems, so the trip took an hour longer than planned. Of course, maybe all that would have been cleared up sunday 7am.

I just love Schiphol, certainly comparing it to American airports. Here is the Grand Cafe in the part of the airport for flights in Europe. The part for flights outside Europe has a small museum, where on occasion I’ve seen works by Rembrandt displayed, a reading library about the Netherlands, et cetera.


One short stop in Munich (free newspapers and coffee, and Germans with opinions on obeying the queue), and we were off to Venice.



We booked a hotel (thank you hotels.com) in the middle of town. Street numbering doesn’t exist in Venice: you get a 4-digit (or so) number inside a part of town, and good luck. Our hotel was called San Gallo, so we headed for the San Gallo church. It turned out to be just a good block away from the Piazza San Marco, the busiest part of town, but in a dark narrow alley, so there was almost zero foot traffic. Secluded, yet close to the action: can’t be bettered. The room was tiny but nice, with dollhouse furniture. And Wifi.

At the time we thought the long steep staircase would make for a good story. Little did we know….



In the evening we didn’t do more than walk around, and find a decent place for dinner. Prosciutto. Yum!