This weekend we traveled to Venice to celebrate my 30th birthday. Did you know that Venice is a pedestrian city only? I didn’t know, because I like to pretend that I’m a spontaneous traveler, not just lazy and oblivious to the rest of the world. No cars, trams, scooters, bikes…only boats.
Venetians emphatically declare that pizza should NOT be eaten in Venice. We were actually laughed out of one restaurant. We were happy to leave since their tourist prices and cheap breadsticks also seemed quite laughable. However, we kept spotting pizzeria after take away pizza stand. And it’s possible pizza is the best kept secret of Venice because it was better than any pizza I’ve had elsewhere. EXCEPT the pizza in Naples. But that was expected.
But back to the food true Venetians claim as their own. They have a concept similar to tapas in Venice called cicchetti. Small little bars sell crostinis topped with creamed cod, mushroom spread, egg, cheese, meatballs, items I devoured but not quite sure of the contents. Locals hop from one spot to the next. Drinking house wine, beer, prosecco, or spritz. Sam and I stopped in 4 different places over the course of 5 hours until we ended up at dinner. We made fleeting friends at each locale and then sat next to two children who danced around us for two hours. It was cute until they started jumping. I told them to move and the 5 year old boy started wagging his finger and shushing me. Amazingly the two dads who had been at the bar letting us babysit their kids magically appeared and then they were gone. It was like a whisper went through the crowd once the social harmony had been disrupted. Well that’s how I felt. We didn’t get any apologies but the jumping ceased.