Verona is a nice little town. That has a heck of a lot of rain! We got kind of a late start and headed out to the main Piazza at about 9:30am and had like two hours of really nice weather. And then - it started. It was kind of annoying when it first began to rain, but we all thought it was like what happened in Milan and since we had started carrying umbrellas at this point, it wasn't a big deal. But it didn't stop. It went on and on, and instead of lightening up became a torrential downpour. And do you know what I learned during that downpower? Wet marble and flipflops don't mix. Yep that's right folks, I took a slip coming out of a covered area and landed on the ground, my back feeling the full force of the step behind me. Not fun. Though luckily I escaped it unharmed and we were able to continue on our way.
We had more stuff planned, but because of the rain we concentrated on the DeScalla Castle- which was mostly a museum. It contained both painted art and statues, but I was even more impressed by the view from the windows. Verona is like the most typical Italian town that you can think of. Beautiful orange and yellow buildings with bridges extending over majestic rivers. And with little cafes and gelatos places lining every street, there really isn't much like.
After spending some time at the castle, we headed back to pick up our stuff and catch our train for Venice. Venice! It was two and a half hours very well spent in my mind. We got in at 7:30pm and made our way over bridges, past canals to wait for the shuttle to our hostel - which is actually a camp ground. But don't worry, our room is a nice little room with three beds and a shower. Not the Ritz, but perfectly respectable for the price we paid. Tomorrow though is going to be wonerful. So look for updates about the wonders of the Venetian town and its people.
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