Claire, Jane and I left Westbahnhof today at 8:30 and have been on this train in our Harry Potter compartment for nearly 6 hours. We slept through the first half and woke up around Salzburg, when we headed into the Austrian Alps. It has been an absolutely beautiful journey: blur green rivers, ephemeral falls, snow capped peaks, and Schlösser! There was one which sat high on a hill overlooking the small town in the valley below, which was so gorgeous and perfectly stereotypical. The older Austrian couple we were sharing our Harry Potter compartment with pointed this out to us. They were very nice and the lady laughed histerically along with us when Claire pulled the entire Hofer store our of her backpack:
A pack of oranges, half a loaf of sliced whole wheat bread, raisens, almonds, a bag of Haribo gummies, a jar of peanut butter and a knife to spread it. It was incredibly impressive.
We stopped at Villach and wandered a bit in the (small) city tucked away in the Alps, stopping off at a cafe by a church to get some Austrian Spritzer before we transfered onto a MegaBus style double decker to drive the rest of the way to Venice. At first we thought we were taking the 16:56 train, but luckily we realized it was the 16:56 bus. Big difference.
When we crossed into Italy, the sun began to set. The Alps sat behind us like a fortress wall and before us golden fields of corn and dark forested hills. Sometimes we saw homes, but usually the only sign of life is a church spire peaking up into the skyline. With about two hours left of our bus ride, an Arizonian woman struck up a conversation with us. At first a simple "Yay Europe" discussion between a few Americans, it quickly turned into her telling us her life story. In a nutshell: a writer of Dracula centered historical fiction, she has two kids (ages 18 and 20), claims to be 34 and claimed to live in Ecuador for a year at age 17, recently divorced now running around Europe being insane.
We got to Venice just fine and Spent a little time oohing and aahing over Venice by night, before finding the bus to our hostel, which was not on the island but the second stop just across the bridge, not even to Mestre, so we weren't far, about a 5 minute bus ride.
Our hostel (Hotel Primavera) wasn't that bad, a few things in disrepair i.e no toilet seat, but the beds are comfy and we have the room to ourselves with our own sink and it is clean. We are staying at what is technically a hotel, meaning we get a free continental breakfast!, but we are staying in the shady rooms out back in the second section of the hotel, which is the hostel section. Not too shady, but since it is in a separate building, it is a bit weird.
Note: Italy Blog Posts take from my travel Journal!