Day Thirteen: Rome to Venice

Today was another interesting experience with Italian drivers as Steve tried to back the coach into the bus bay. It just so happened than another coach, with no one ready to go on it, was there. And the other driver could not get into his head that he needed to go past Steve, not just back out of the way of our coach and over an intersection. Needless to say, there was lots of horn honking and Justine even spotted people getting out of their cars to yell at the people in the jam!

So we headed from Rome to Venice with Megs and Steve letting us in on a surprise; we were going to stop off in Verona, the capital of Romeo and Juliet. We drove through Italy to the first service where we found our first hiccup for the day; Justine’s wallet was gone. It wasn’t in her case, backpack, or travel bag. And it was then we had the sinking feeling that it could be at the hotel. So back onto the bus it was to cancel all the cards and try to get back in contact with Rome.

After some worrying, and about three hours driving, we arrived in Verona. We had a quick dodgy job and stumbled across our second hiccup; Justine’s wallet was in her jacket pocket. Apparently she hadn’t heard me ask if it was in any of her pockets before. So while the license and everything was back to normal, she now has no credit card.

While I cackled because she’s never going to live this down, we headed to Juliet’s house. As Romeo and Juliet actually existed (slightly less exaggerated than Shakespeare told it) it was the actual house where Juliet lived, although the balcony, which originally did not exist, is an addition for tourists. While Justine wandered at the back, I went up to touch her left breast, apparently more luck in love. We wandered around Verona some more before heading back to the bus to drive the last leg to Venice.

So here we are, on the mainland of Venice waiting to catch a ferry over tomorrow. I miss Rome’s weather; it’s going to be cold tomorrow.