A Stop in Venice

      I trained up in Ferrara and got off in Venice.  If you look way back in time, you can see my first trip here in July 2011.  That time I saw this tree growing out of a wall.


    This time I thought I would look for some new sights.  I wandered down the narrow alleys.  I crossed a few bridges and I found this.


I may need to improve my spontaneous wander skills.

     Honest, we were just walking down the street and I came across it…again.  It doesn’t seem to grow much but there were a lot of years in between these shots.

I decided to check out a new neighborhood but the big streets were flooded so I had to take a boat.


Wet Street

                        Oh yeah!! Venice!!  That’s the way it is here.  Lots of water, no cars. 

     First stop, Murano.  A small island in the lagoon.  It’s easy to take the waterbus from Venice and arrive and a new group of islands connected by bridges.


Murano Blvd.

Murano is best known for its glass.  And this hottie.  A real cutie but she looks a little fragile.


Metropolis in Glass

This place has beautiful and delicate public art.  Where else can you find a garden like this?


Or this thing.  I think I saw this wig on kid at a punk show in Berkeley.


Blue Fizzy Blowout

                                    Or maybe it was a bottle of blue Gatorade exploding.

          Next it was time to hop back on the boat and head to Burano, another group of islands.

The buildings are very colorful and they are best known for their lace shops lining the main street.



This lady had a big wad of thread.  She tied some knots and came up with a lace thing to stick under your Grandmother’s lamp.

The amount of work going into these lace items was amazing.  A true art form.


I thought about buying some glass in Murano or some lace in Burano but ended up with this instead.


The Good Stuff

                                        Gelato in a waffle cone.  Life gets no better. 

I took the waterbus back to Venice and bummed a ride in this smaller boat to look around the city.


                                           Marco gave me a great tour of the waterways.


                                        He took me by the Venice Casino.


                     And I waved at this guy who seemed to be waving his fist at me.


Fist Pumpin Lion

                                                       I don’t know what his problem is.

Marco took me down some side streets.  A quick right here, followed by a left, and down the narrow shortcut.




Dark Alley


And stopping at a little Trattoria.  I felt like a real king…or maybe a Doge sitting on the seat all by myself.




King of the Canal


                                                  Marco even let me handle the oar.



My gondola trip was over.  Time for some food.  Besides, these people jumped in the boat and I didn’t want to share.



I’m afraid my trip to Italy is at an end.  I left some sights unseen on purpose so that now I must return.  I have my medal from the Vatican to remember the trip and insure my safe return.



Vatican Medal


     Venice has long been a place that I dreamed of someday, maybe someday, visiting.  I never thought it possible to actually go there, it seemed to be a place that only existed in books or TV travel shows.  Now, I not only find it possible to go there, I find it is possible to go there twice.  The people are way too nice for the number of tourists they encounter.  Marco the gondolier was very accommodating for the little yellow plastic guy and let us all pile down to one end of the boat so we could get pictures of him on the seat.  Posing with Bubba was just icing on the cake. 

     All through Italy we met wonderful friendly people.  From Marco in Venice to the Priests at the Vatican, to the guide in Pompeii, everyone was willing to spend a quality moment with Bubba.

              The impossible trips are actually possible.  All you need to do is take the first step.


A travel tip from the last post.  The one before Sherlock’s Birthday.  If you are in Rome and get a chance to see the Coliseum at night, take it.  It is a stunning building and a night tour gives it that otherworldly feel that seems to exclude the modern life outside its walls.

            Bubba now travels to the city of Ferrara.

When I arrived in the city, I immediately found this place.  It looks like it may be up to my B+B standard so I thought I would take a look around.

Big House

It has a nice swimming pool.

Big Lap Pool

                        The front desk must be around here somewhere.

Not A Lobby

I pounded on the table until someone finally showed up.  I demanded a room for the night and used the phrase, “You don’t know who I am!” like I have heard other tourists use.  The nice man said he had just the room for me.

Room With A No View

I should avoid being THAT tourist and go back to being a good guest in the country I’m visiting.  Low key and friendly works best.

          We actually stayed at the Hotel de Prati a block or so from the castle.  They deserve special mention because while we were in Ferrara, we learned of a family tragedy back home.  The staff of the hotel was very sympathetic and helpful.  Besides, it is a great location with some interesting rooms. 

Turning down the room at the Castle, I decided to take a look around the town.  This seems to be a town where it pays to look up.  These boys sitting on the balcony look like they are up to no good.

Gansta Cherubs

This guy looks particularly cranky.  I probably would be a little out of sorts too if the other guys got to hang out on the balcony and I got stuffed up under the roof for a few centuries.

Roof Hood

Looking up again, I saw these two statues of brothers who ruled this area.

Bros in Stone

It may be just me, but I think I can spot a definite difference in style here.


One is the couch potato with his renaissance remote control and the other is the sportsman on his high horsepower… horse.


I’m told the horse from this town is called a Ferrara and as it evolved through the years it became a car with a similar name.  Could it be the Mustang?

I wandered over to this church.

Holy House

It looked friendly enough but looking up again, I saw a definite message about life choices.

Left or Right

You hang around with the wrong crowd and you end up…

Choice Maker

I asked for directions to a happy place and this nice guy offered to show me the way.

Crossing Guard

I’ll keep looking around, thank you.

Here is a friendlier looking fellow.  Just sitting around blowing bubbles.  My kind of guy.

Bubble Bear

He directed me to the phone and with coin in hand, I was ready to make a call.


The voice on the phone told me that for a good time, be at the corner Corso Ercole d’Este and Via Padiglioni, right next to the hotel, at sunset.

A Parade!!, with a fancy dressed band and flag throwers.  At first I thought this was the staff from the hotel, drying the sheets and an entertaining way.  This was the city’s notable citizens out for an evening stroll in their finest clothes.

Da Ladies

Then these guys showed up so I figured it may be time to end the night.

Time to bug out of town.  I’ll head north to Venice.









Lost World of Pompeii

I kind of like this Italy place.  I may have to look around to see if there are any homes I can either rent or buy.  This house looks okay from the outside.

Curb Appeal

It may be a fixer upper and looks like it was built a few years ago.  Kind of a mid century modern thing.  Mid second century that is.  I’ll have a look inside.

Inside the dome

Quite roomy, with space to entertain my friends.  Oh, Oh, I see a problem.  It needs a new roof.  There is a big hole in it that lets in too much light.

The Eye

I’ll keep looking.  It looks like they are building some new homes in this neighborhood.  They have just started construction on the columns of the clubhouse.

Urban Renewal

This looks like an up and coming neighborhood.

Old Hood

This might just be an apartment house under construction.  You can see they haven’t finished the top.  I think I could fit in here.


Dressed for battle

I’ll take a look inside.  This might work out.  Plenty of space for some nice digs.

Inside the Colosseum

I’ve heard if you are interested in a new home, you should visit the area at night to see if there are any problems.  So I snuck into the construction site at midnight.  If there are ghosts, they live here.  It is pretty spooky and I could swear I heard a lion roar.

Night Terrors

Maybe this isn’t the place for me.  Time to run, there is a shadow on the wall but I can’t see anyone casting it.  I hope it is the neighborhood watch.  I think I may have to leave town.

Shadow Warrior

Before I leave Rome, there is one more ritual I must attend to.  Not the Gelato thing, I already did that to excess.  This tradition says if you throw a coin into the Trevi Fountain, you will return.  I shall return to Rome.  It is a city that holds centuries of sights and would take a lifetime to fully explore.  I’m chuckin’ my money into the fountain.

Bubba Trevi

Heading south, I came across a big mountain with smoke coming from the top.  A barbeque!  I haven’t had pork ribs in a long time.  I found a sign, pointing the way.


I think it belongs to a guy named Vesuvius.  There is a road that goes up pretty far.  The problem is that it narrows as you go up and there really isn’t a good turn around.  It can get a little crowded at the end of the road.


I can fix this.  I’ll do a little traffic direction and straighten it all out.


Maybe it is time to climb the mountain and look for the Weber Grill at the top.

The view from up here is great but the smoke had died down and I can’t smell any BBQ masterpieces.

View from the Top


All I could find was this hole in the ground with steam at the edges.

Big Hot Hole

I’m not too sure about this, that smoke coming from the side of the crater is making me nervous.  Maybe it is time to just back out and go to a safer place.

Steam Vents

I found this nice place down the road.  You can still see the mountain but it seems plenty far away.  What could happen here?  The name of the town is Pompeii.

View of Disaster Mtn

This nice man is a tour guide and said he would show me around.  He even gave me a radio and a headset to use.

Guide at Pompeii

I kind of like this place.  I might just settle down here.  It seems to have wide streets and sturdy buildings.

Streets of the City

A gated community.  Looks good.

Gates to the New House

A nice theater.

Cheap Seats

Maybe the park needs a little restoration.

City Center

I’m not sure what goes on in this store and maybe I’m too young to find out.

Ad Space

Some of the other residents don’t seem to be in great shape so I guess I’ll skip this place as a vacation home.

Body in the Box

I’m not ready for this kind of retirement community yet.  I’ll head north again.


My thought was to take a train to Rome.  That was the plan at least.  I took a look at the ticket machine and it said something about Firenze and Novella.  My handy on-line translator said that meant Florence’s book so off I went to go see a lady about a book.

Not a Library

I walked around a little, ate at the Mickey D’s de Firenze across from the train station and started to feel like I had been here before.  I rounded a corner and…HEY!  This ain’t Rome!  This is Florence!  I got off at the wrong station!  There are no books here, why did they call it a novella?


Bubba and Italian Popo

I might have said it a little too loud.  These nice Officers guided me back to the train station and helped me get out of town.

Disclaimer:  We don’t photoshop any Bubba pictures but maybe, just maybe, we did this time.

I made it to Rome and hailed a taxi.  He spoke Italian, I spoke English.  I told him I needed a room for the night.  He looked blank.  I said I needed a Hotel.  He took me on a wild ride and pulled up in front of a Hotel with a “No Vacancy” sign.  “No, I need a hotel with a vacancy.”  A wall of stare.  “Vacancy, Vacancy!!”  A smile broke out on his face and we took a wild ride in his taxi.  Drivers in Rome have a particular style.  The windows must be down so as to facilitate communication with other drivers and a minimum of one hand must always be in motion to assist in the communication.  Since one hand is on the wheel (maybe) and one hand is in the air, signaling is not possible although somehow horn honking is possible and mandatory.  I’ve got this Roman driving thing worked out.  Foot firmly on the gas, yell and wave to the other drivers and all right turns must start in the left lane.  Everything stays in motion (including the camera) and everyone ignores the Traffic Policeman performing ballet.


We arrived at our destination.  I think he may have misunderstood the English word, “vacant” for something else.


I started to ask these guys for directions but something about their pointy sticks kept me away.

Swiss Sirs

For a tiny country, this place is pretty big.  I either needed directions or a map.  Eventually I found a Bubba sized 3D overview of the place.Vatican Model

Now I can see the sights.

            Bubba is a fun guy but there are times when a “Bubba Selfie” may not be appropriate, even for him. He usually keeps his head down in places of worship, especially the Vatican.   He was able to see some great sights while preserving the solemn nature of the buildings.

Big Guy Tomb

Behind glass


That was all good but I really didn’t find the one thing I was looking for.  I need that one, enlightening experience that sends my soul to a new level.  I found these two guys who happened to be specialists in exactly what I needed.

Fathers in Training

They provided me with a path to that which I was seeking.

No lie.  These two were great and did give us an enthusiastic recommendation for the next destination.

I made this a place of pilgrimage sometimes twice a day during my time in Rome.

Ummmm Gelato

Don’t mess with my Gelato.