Thursday night continued:
After DoMac, I picked up a quicky slice of farcita at Arte della Pizza and returned back to our favorite little wine brewer where we snagged up a bottle of cold proseco (sparkling wine). Jay's back was hurting after the long day walking on the islands, so we just walked to the next-door bar for a pair of pints. I sampled Gunisses' "Harp" lager and was very pleasantly surprised.
We decided to make it an early night and hit up the rialto fish markets the next day.
Damages:
pizza: 2 EUR
1/2 liter of prosecco: 1,25
1 pint of harp: 4,50
After a great breakfast, we headed down to see some fishy action. Wow. Venice does not dissapoint on the seafood. They had everything -- some were even still alive. From squid ink to eel to tuna larger than our bed, we were visually treated to some of the most beautiful catches of the day.
We walked along home in search of some souvenirs to take back. At first I thought I wanted a mask, but when faced with a starting price of 15 EUR, I quickly reconsidered and thought a picture would do just fine. I'll spend my money on a great last dinner tonight, a sachet of italian spices to bring back to my famiglia, and a couple post cards to send back home.
Jay's been really captivated by the murano glass and he picked up a wine stopper for about 15 EUR at a glass place.
My "souvenir" tasted great tonight. At 16,50 I couldn't have done better -- a piece of lasagne I'll never forget, a couple of glasses of real italian wine, and a baked slice of breaded pork chop that couldn't have been more of a "comfort food" unless it was baked by paula dean herself.
Our night took us to an italian kareoke bar where a pair of mojitos wet my whistle as we listened to the italians' tribute to america's finest: christina agulera, britney spears, no doubt, and madonna. We also got to hear some italian tunes.
Damages:
1 hamburger and coke at DoMac: 1,40
three course meal and glasses of wine: 16,50
2 mojitos at the italian kareoke bar: 8,00
We woke up early and walked down to check out of our hotel when the unthinkable happened -- we were locked in the building and no one was to be found at the so-called 24 hour lobby. We looked like inmates, banging on the door for help from the outside. The woman who runs the neighbooring restaurant walked by and laughed at us, mumbling something in Italian. 15 minutes later, the lobby guys wandered back in and looked surprised that we were so anxious to leave (it's not like we had a flight to catch or anything...).
After that, all was well -- we got on our 2,50 EUR bus, went to our airport, waited in lines, flew to Zurich, and flew back to Paris where we caught our RER back to my poor lonely apt. We also got a lot done today: we went to the apt agency handling Jay's apt and got forms signed and squared away. He'll be living in the 11th district (right next to my district) if all continues as well as it has been with this landlord.
We finished the night with a walk around the gardens of luxembourg, down St. Michel to Notre Dame, and some supermarket pick-ups. I've been craving the chili so I picked up a good stock. Jay grabbed a baguette, some sodas, and some champagne.
Now there was something else I was supposed to do... oh right, homework.... about that...
I'll get back to you all when I un-glue my face from my book.
Total damages today:
1 bus ticket: 2,50 EUR
1 RER ticket: 8,50 EUR
4 potatoes and 2 mega cans of chili: 4,71 EUR
2 cans of corn and 1 jar of bolegnese sauce: 1,79
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