Positano, Italy is the second stop on our ten-day travel adventure. The city is incredibly beautiful and warm for this time of year (much warmer than we anticipated—nearly 70 degrees every day!) The landscape is stunning and Mr. M and I cannot stop taking photos, but if I’m being honest, the pictures don’t do it justice. It is something you need to see for yourself and if this city isn’t considered a “Wonder of the World” it should be!
The only downfall is the city is incredibly vertical; you are literally scaling the mountain with every step you take. There are 240 steps alone to reach our villa. I’m not joking. 240. We counted.
When our host greeted us at the bottom of the mountain she politely asked if we would like to hire a porter to carry our luggage to our room (10 €/suitcase). I immediately agreed —it had been a long day of travel and I don’t relish the idea of carrying (a.k.a rolling) my suitcase on the uneven cobblestone streets, let alone up many, many steps. Mr. M hesitated (I think he was trying to be macho; either that or just plain ol’ cheap) but then he reluctantly agreed.
And thank God for that porter because I was barely able to make it up the steps with just my carry on bag! As we neared the top, huffing and puffing, sweat sliding down my back, I got the message loud and clear: CJ, you need to get in better shape…which of course I will…after our vacation 😉
It’s been two days since we first arrived, and while those stairs still aren’t easy (let’s be honest, they never will be unless your a freakin’ Olympic athlete!) they are getting easier!
We’re off to see the ruins of Pompei and the famous Mount Vesuvius. (Side note: I compared Sean’s temper to Mt. Vesuvius in Knockout and I’m so freakin’ excited that I get to see it today! #booknerdproblems)
Happy Thanksgiving to everyone back home! Hope you’re enjoying your day and eating all of the food 🦃 🦃 🦃
Hi all! I’m back with an update of our Venice adventure, day two!
We had an amazing weather day to walk about the town. Okay maybe not great by most people’s standards but for us it was perfect 🙂 The air was cool and the skies were overcast, the temperature a mere 60 degrees—ideal for walking around and exploring the city!
We started the day by purchasing Vaporetto travel cards. The Vaporetto is the Venetian equivalent of the metro system. At first it’s a bit tricky; there are multiple lines and many of the stops are eliminated if the docking pier is unavailable (we were kicked off four stops before our intended departure point and were kindly told to finish our journey “by foot”). BUT it’s the cheapest way to get to the surrounding islands of Murano, Burano, and Torcello.
Tip for anyone planning on visiting Venice: Purchase a Tourist Travel Card. You can buy them in increments of 24, 36, 48 hrs. etc and are far cheaper than a single use card (7 € one way!)
We planned on seeing all three islands in one day (silly tourists!) but only made it as far as Murano. It took us longer than expected to arrive to the island and when we finally got there it was so cool that we stayed a lot longer than we anticipated.
Do you know anything about Murano glass? To be honest going in I didn’t know much about it, other than it’s a really expensive, handmade glass indigenous to the island. But today we got to see a glass blowing demonstration, learned how they add different chemicals to the glass during the blowing process to add color (it’s seriously like a chemistry lesson!), saw several different techniques on how the molten glass is shaped, and learned how the cooling process takes a minimum of twenty-four period to avoid cracks.
There were a few factories open for tours (we went in two) and tons of shops selling every glass product imaginable. And you know what? I wanted to buy it ALL!
It’s sooooooo freaking beautiful! Vases, hand cut glasses, chandeliers, dishes, you name it, they sell it. Sadly I don’t have any pictures of the actual glasswork since the artists have a strict no photography policy in place, but I do have some pics from the island itself and will post them below 🙂
I promised myself I’d be good on this trip. No buying stuff you don’t need, I warned. You don’t use half of what you have now. But all of that went out the window the moment I stepped foot on that island! I couldn’t seem to stop myself from going in every shop. EVERY. ONE. Mr. M smiled and indulged me every time I murmured, “Do you mind if we check out this store?”
I was on a mission for the perfect lampshade. Not really a lampshade, but a hanging light figure, something like the picture (middle one!) below…
I had it my mind (still do!) that I needed one of these light fixtures for our new house to hang over the kitchen island. “I know it’s a lot of money,” I told Mr. M, “but just think, every time we see it we’ll be reminded of our time in Venice!”
So we perused all the stores, looked at all of the beautiful lights, and then…we spotted it. It was perfect —square, outlined in black which would go perfectly with our countertops, but funky enough with it’s multi colored cube splotches. We both agreed; this is the one.
We chatted with the shop owner, made sure the light was compatible with U.S. wiring, and I even bartered, knocking 70 € off the price! The owner disassembled the fixture (it was two pieces). Painstakingly, carefully he packed Piece One with tissue paper and bubble wrap. On to Piece Two, same procedure: tissue paper and bubble wrap. Only this time as he set the piece onto the bubble wrap and began to turn it we heard a telltale crack. I looked to Mr. M. Je looked at me and then the shop owner, and then the words: “Il roto.”
My heart sank as the owner carelessly unwrapped, then tossed away my beautiful shade.
“Il roto. Sorry.” He repeated with rueful expression.
We smiled politely—accidents happen and we understood— but I was bummed! In a moment of desperation I actually considered asking the man, “Can you sell it to me anyway? I’m sure I could glue it.” But I dismissed the idea because Mr. M reminded me that it’s a lamp shade and will get hot, and really, did I want a broken, glued together lamp shade front in center in our kitchen in our new house? I don’t care my inner child whined, but I knew he had a point.
So, the moral of the story is, no lamp shade for me! But I did get a really cool glass pen (I’d post a pic but it’s all wrapped up!) that I plan to use to sign my books. If anyone wants a signed paperback let me know —I’m dying to break it in 😉
I know I’m rambling on, so I’ll finish here, but just wanted to mention the Rialto Bridge where we ended the evening. The Rialto Bridge is the most popular bridge on the main canal and probably all of Venice. It’s iconic—it’s covered, lined with shops, and a popular spot to see gondoliers. When Mr. M and I were first dating we watched a travel show on Italy. From this show is where I first heard about the legend of the Rialto Bridge. The legend is this: If you and your significant other kiss under the bridge your love will last a lifetime.
For years I though this legend was so cool (and romantic ❤️ ) and one of the reasons I always wanted to go to Venice with Mr. M. When we were planning our trip and I mentioned this legend he had no recollection of the TV show or the legend! We went there tonight (pics below) and kissed on top of the bridge… it’s not exactly the same but I figured it gotta count for something, right? 😉
After a very long day of travel Mr. M and I are finally in Venice! And what a beautiful city it is!
Our journey thus far…
Fun fact: Venice doesn’t have an international airport so it’s impossible to get a direct flight from the U.S. Now, I don’t know about you but I’m not a huge fan of flights with layovers, especially after a seven and half hour flight! But, you gotta do what you gotta do, so connection via Rome it was!
Our plane landed in Roma this morning at 9:10 a.m. (3:10 a.m. EST). Our flight to Venice departed exactly 55 minutes later, and even though I know better, even though I knew it wasn’t going to be enough time, I booked it anyway. What can I say? I like a challenge!
It was mayhem today running through the Leonardo da Vinci airport going through customs, trying to check-in for our outgoing flight (on a different airline no less) and find our terminal. The lady at Alitalia actually scolded us and told us to go “Quickly! Quickly!” because our plane was in the final boarding stage.
We took off running through the airport (a la Home Alone) BUT we made with a few minutes to spare! A short hour later our plane touched down in a cool, dreary Venice. We welcomed the crisp bite of the air and the misty drizzle on our skin after hours of being cooped up in a plane. A short walk to the pier and a 110 € water taxi ride later (Are you thinking what I’m thinking? 110 € for a taxi?!), we finally arrived at our flat; grimy, hungry, and exhausted, but freaking ecstatic because…well, we are in VENICE!
After a quick nap and shower we explored a bit of the city. Mr. M’s first purchase? A Lavazza cappuccino that he claims (and I quote) was “one of the best” cappuccinos he’s ever had.
Tomorrow we plan to explore the Grand Canal and the Rialto Bridge. I promise to tell you all more about the cool and interesting things I’m learning/seeing (like, there are masks everywhere. Seriously, everywhere! And there’s a HUGE masquerade ball on Feb. 17th that seems straight out of a fairy tale!) but I’m exhausted and nearly falling asleep as I type.
For now, I’ll leave you all with some pictures. Until tomorrow, buona notte 😴
But don’t you find that saying to be true? It’s certainly how I’ve been feeling these last few months! And while everything that is happening in my life right now is good (mostly) I’m patiently waiting for the universe to slow the hell down so I can catch my breath!
As many of you know from my first post, Mr. M and I are heading to Italy over Thanksgiving break. (Side note: We leave in five days! FIVE! 😳) What I didn’t tell you is that we are also in the process of buying a new home. AND we close on our new house the day after we get back from Europe. I know…CRAZY!
Let me backtrack a bit…Mr. M and I have lived in our current home for the past ten years. It’s a beautiful older home that we remodeled (despite me and my husband being zero percenthandy 😉 ) We have so much invested in this house (both sentimentally and financially that at times we both question: why the hell are we leaving?)
In addition to being my grandmother’s home, we have so many good memories here; this was our first home together, we brought our dog home here… I could go on! But deep in my heart I know it’s time to move on. This home was never meant to be forever; it’s small, not an ideal place to raise a family, and the neighborhood has taken a turn for the worse. But still, it’s damn hard to leave.
We’ve been *looking* to move for a while now. Seriously, for more than a year! And when I say we I mean me. I fully admit: I love to look at houses – Zillow, Trulia, Realtor.com— I can spend hours perusing these sites. I just can’t seem to help myself! And when I did find a house that (I thought) had potential this is what happened…
Me: (sends Mr. M. link) What do you think about this house?
Mr. M: (click through the pics briefly) It’s okay.
Me: Just okay? What don’t you like?
Mr. M: It’s ______ (fill in the blank: dated, too much money, too big, too small, or my absolute favorite – a teardown!)
And so the story went…Rinse and Repeat
But finally (finally!) we found the perfect home for our family (budget, size, location, etc.). It just so happened to occur at the same time that we planned to be away. No big deal…I got this!
For the past weeks I’ve been running around like a chicken with my head cut off getting the bank the info they need, coordinating with the realtor for the sale of our current house, scheduling movers, all the while trying to prepare for ten days out of the country!
Now, I’m not complaining because hello, both these things are amazing and incredibly exciting. All I’m saying is…it’s been busy.
All this to say I’ve nothing packed for Italy…
This post pretty accurately sums up my current dilemma:
On that note, I better sign off and get some actual packing done! If you don’t hear from me in a while you can find me in my closet, debating how many pairs of shoes to bring…
P.S. If you have any packing tips… PLEASE help!!! 😬
I thought I’d start by telling you a bit about myself so we can get to know each other a little better
My name is CJ Martín and I live in Northeast Pennsylvania. I’m a relatively new author (my first book was published just over a year ago!) and I truly appreciate readers taking the chance on me! I read a TON and I know how much competition there is. We all have our favorites and maybe (fingers crossed!) one day I’ll be considered one of yours
Romance is by far my favorite genre (more specifically contemporary romance/new adult) but I love varied storylines. For this reason my novels have had completely different themes.
I’ve written three books to date:
My first book, Snowbound, follows the story of Anders Vik a professional (Norwegian!) snowboarder and his relationship with innocent (read: virgin) college student Elena Espinosa.
In addition to writing, I work full-time, as well as teach yoga, so my schedule is fairly full. That being said, if I’m kind of sporadic with my posts, you’ll know why!
I’m married. We don’t have any kids but we have a very high-energy, very misbehaved Jug (Jack Russell/Pug mix) who is more spoiled than most children. (see below)
I was born and raised in the U.S. (I’ve lived in Pennsylvania my whole life!) but I LOVE to travel. Europe (more specifically Paris) is where my soul resides and I would move there in a heartbeat if I could!
Okay, I have to stop with the Paris pics otherwise we’ll be here all day 😉
Mr. M. and I will be traveling to Italy over Thanksgiving break and I will blog about our trip and post pics!
I look forward to getting to know each and everyone of you. Thanks for joining me on this crazy ride!
P.S. I know writers are held to higher (grammatical) standards than most because well, we are writers!
This is my (one and only) disclaimer: I’m not perfect (I know, right?!) There may be typos, errors, etc. This blog is not professionally edited (my books are!) so cut me some slack if things aren’t *perfect*. While I strive to make this blog as professional as possible, to me, blogging is informal writing. A place where I can share my thoughts, ideas, random musings…and sometimes I’m just not all that worried if the damn comma is in the right place 🙂
Hope you’ll forgive me and continue to read anyway 😘