Venice was one of those places both my husband and I dreamed of going. Before we went, we had a set plan for all of our travels. All the hotels were booked. The travel in-between was taken care of.
Me being the “type” I am when it comes to traveling, I wanted to do at least one hostel in Europe, for a change of pace and to experience it with my husband. I had been to multiple hostels in China and all of them had been SO great and I met so many people, that I would not have met had I been in a hotel.
When I booked our hostel, for our stay in Venice, there had not been much information to go off of. In China, I had at least known people that had been to them before. However, traveling out of country often, I was not surprised with the lack of information I received on this one and it didn’t worry me at the time.
We arrive in Venice, excited and eager to explore the city! We get on a boat and head to the address on my itinerary.
The ride is long, and the distance from the heart of the city grows and grows.
We finally reach our destination, climb out and search for the hostel.
We end up walking miles, unable to find the exact location. Finally, we find a building we think could be it. We knock on the over-sized, warehouse-looking door and receive no answer. Minutes later someone walks up to us and waves us in. The area is dark and open. There isn’t a front desk, logo, or hostel sign anywhere in sight.
The boy waves us up a few steps and we follow.
Parker reaches over and grabs my luggage, as we walk through a narrow gap that leads to about three flights of stairs. The interior is bare and cold, although the temperature was not.
The floors were a light cracked tile and the walls browned.
We reach our “room”, and as the boy finally departs Parker looks at me wide-eyed, brows furrowed and says, “Heck no.”
“It’ll be an adventure!” I told him, laughing inside.
We throw our luggage on the bed and go to investigate. The room is small. Absolute zero color is present. The walls, ceiling and floor are a matching shade of a discolored white.
Wiping the sweat from my neck I reach the window to let some fresh air circulate the fowl stench that’s just now setting in.
I find bars instead. Literal, actual prison bars spread across our tiny 1’x1′ window.
You can imagine my excitement. We may be in an actual prison or insane asylum!
After discussing that we may not want to become a new sequel to the Hostel thrillers, we decided to leave.
We find our way back to the heart of the city and by a complete miracle, find a place with one room available. It was perfect!!
Hotel Bellini was gorgeous and the room was the perfect setting to surround us with all the romance Venice had to offer. After we got settled we set out for a beautiful sunset on the streets of Venice.
The days following consisted of boat rides, sunset strolls, glass blowing and some of the best food we had in Italy. It’s safe to say we were very sad to leave and we’re excited for the day we’ll return.
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