Don't worry, we didn't see Aschenbach and we didn't eat the strawberries.
28.11.2013 - 29.11.2013
Unless you've read Thomas Mann's Death in Venice, you're probably wondering who Aschenbach is and what are these darn strawberries I'm talking about. No worries, I can give you a brief run down of this one of a kind novel. Death in Venice is basically a story of this old, German author, Aschenbach, who goes to Venice for inspiration in his writing. Oh he finds it alright, in the form of this teenager named Tadzio who he falls in love with. The title, Death in Venice, goes on to foreshadow Aschenbach's death because of the spreading cholera in the city. Everyone is warned not to eat the fruit, but Aschenbach over here gives into temptation and indulges with the strawberries. Which is why he dies-shocker.
Creepy, weird, twisted- I know. We had to read this pleasant novel in our literature class this semester. So naturally, anyone who went to Venice after reading the book looked for some sort of symbolism in their travels.
Moving on to the trip-it was nothing like this book. LOL Venice is probably my favorite Italian city that I've been to. I guess I just really like the whole city on water idea. The trip in particular was great because Theresa's parents came to visit for Thanksgiving! It was nice to see some familiar faces from the dirty 630-a nice touch for the holidays.
The first day there, we walked around Venice and got a really good gist of what the city-feel was like. We wandered in some churches, walked over a few of the many bridges Venice had, and of course, took plenty of day pics. Afterwards, we checked into the hotel about midday and all agreed that it was time for a nice long nap. Theresa, Christine and I walked into our room and found that we had one really large bed. Upon seeing this, my first instinct was to come clean and tell them I have the been known to Starfish (the act of sleeping sprawled across the bed, in the form of a Starfish,) but I would try my hardest not to. In high school, I had an incident where I didn't come clean about this sleeping form, and it came as quite the surprise to my roommates. From that moment on, I promised to myself to always tell the truth about by Star-fishing habits. Glad I got that off my chest.
Our second day in Venice was the best day ever. We went on the best Gondola boat ride with an awesome Gondolier, saw the Grand Canal, had the most peaceful boat ride while we saw the beauty of Venice, and did it all with the best company. We went on to buy matching hats, which are the best hats ever. And yes, it would have to be my favorite purchase while being abroad (Yes-I like the hat more than all of the chocolate I have eaten.) These probably seem like really small things, but in actuality it was these small things put together that made up the biggest best thing-my trip to Venice. I can't really pinpoint why Venice was the "best" Italian city for me, it just kind of was. It's like that feeling you get when you find the right pair of pants--you really like them because they fit. For me, Venice was that perfect pair of pants, it just fit.