31 Days of Traveling to Europe: Day 25

31 Days of Traveling to Europe: Day 25 - Venice and Rome

My first view of the Trevi Fountain

Before we left Venice, we had a wonderful boat ride to one of the Murano islands to tour a glass plant. We watched a demonstration of a man forming hot liquid into animals. It was amazing how quickly he could create something out of a blob.

After the tour we took the boat back to Venice and walked to our hotel. Even though our tour guide teased us about worrying about getting to the train station, he was very nice and walked us there and even helped us get our bags on to the train.

The last train ride of our trip was not uneventful. At one stop, a man boarded the train, wearing his pants almost around his knees. He carried what looked like a large juice box that turned out to be a box of wine. When a woman came through the car to check our tickets, she discovered that he did not have a ticket and the police boarded the train at the next stop and escorted the man off. It was like being on an episode of "Cops".

We made it to our Roman hotel and hit the streets to see some sights. Our first stop was the Trevi Fountain. It was massive and beautiful.

Next we went to Piazza Navonna.

And I got my first glimpse of the Pantheon, the place my sister was most looking forward to seeing again.

After thinking that we were lost, we found our way back to our hotel and had dinner at the restaurant across the street. I had some wonderful tagliatelle and mushrooms, a dish I've re-created in my own kitchen to take me back to this beautiful city and the memories of my trip of a lifetime.

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