Day 12: 3 guys running a hostel...

Day 12  Off to Venezia. The train ride was interesting. We were cooped up with a woman and her son and her dog- a tiny chuwhawha sitting on a diaper. The carriage smelt of urine the whole trip. The worst part was they got off and left the diaper on the floor! As soon as we arrived I loved venezia. It is something so out of this world. From the bridges and canals to the confusing walkways and dead- ended streets- everything is unique. Our hostel was run by an Aussie 21 yr old, a young- acting (not sure how old), moody Italian whose name might have been Gino or Matteo, and a 16 year old Brit (zac) whose story is not really known but his deserts are amazing. The hostel itself, not so clean but they thrive on being known as a good-time hostel. No they don't offer "special services" but they take whoever wants to go out every night to the bars of Venice ( which aren't all that pumping really). So tonight we are cooked a three course meal by the boys for 5 euro- carbonara pasta, bruschetta and tiramisu. Then we head to the bars until they kick us out. Back at the hostel the party continued because we found another entire tray of tiramisu in the fridge...