October 17, 2009 - Posted by Erin in Travel, Travels in Europe

Alright everyone, brace yourselves for a sappy, romantic recount of our trip to Venice….

I’d been hinting to Jacob for a long time about my desire to finally visit Venice as neither of us I had ever been. So, months ago, he managed to let it slip that we would be making the long awaited trip for my birthday. I knew nothing about what he had planned other than that we would be in Venice.

We arrived there Saturday morning lugging our carry-on suitcases and somewhat disillusioned by the rain pouring down outside. Fortunately, we had anticipated the gloomy weather and came prepared with the right clothes and the right attitude – we would discover the city despite the weather.

A car taxi ride and a water taxi ride later, and we finally arrived at the hotel Ca’ Sagredo which was situated on the river-like bustling grand canal. The hotel blended in with the other buildings along side it, nondescript in comparison. We attempted to check in, but apparently our room was not yet available, so we journeyed off for lunch. And a journey it was – the first of many efforts to find something and then get lost in Venice. We had checked our bags with the front desk at the hotel, but Jacob decided to carry his backpack which he guarded carefully throughout lunch. Hmmm.
We arrived back at the hotel to check into our room. What appeared as a standard European hotel lobby with peculiar little flower arrangements and Euro decor, quickly turned into something that more closely resembled a tour of the Royal Palace in Madrid. We ascended the sprawling staircase and looked up to see murals on the ceiling that seemed miles above. Arriving at the door of our room – a normal, un-special door – my eyes nearly popped out of my head when I discovered what hid behind it. It was basically our own private palace. The ceiling, fully covered with a colorful several-hundred-year-old mural, towered above us nearly two stories above. The room was furnished with sparkling rococo furniture – gold-trimmed chairs with floral upholstery, twinkling murano glass chandeliers, plush velvet benches and so on. A large flat screen TV sat across from the bed, but honestly, you would most certainly need binoculars to see it from such a distance. The massive windows cast light across the room, and behind them awaited an expansive view of the grand canal. In such a large room, I hardly noticed the tree of long stem roses beside the couch.

The first words out of my mouth, as Jacob likes to quote, were “are all the rooms like this?” followed by, “I just don’t think this is big enough.” I instinctively began to tend to the wrapped up flowers. Meanwhile, Jacob scurried off to another room (yes, there were multiple areas to scurry to in the place). Before I knew it, he was back, and down on his knee proposing to me. You must keep in mind that this is NOT the Spanish tradition, which made it all the more perfect and special because he really had to do his homework. In front of me was this amazing man, with a stunning ring, in our own personal palace, along the canal in one of the most romantic cities in the world. So yeah, I said “yes!”

The next day the sun shined down on Venice, as if to say that it was ok for us to come out and enjoy the city now. This was especially fortunate because Jacob has a friend who lives in Venice and has a gondola! So during the afternoon, we headed to their rooftop apartment. In a city full of aging and shifting buildings that tend to show their age more than most cities, their apartment was completely unexpected. Fresh modern wood floors, a second level with a kitchen that has strip of glass floor that peers down to the floor below, and then a fantastic rooftop terrace overlooking the buildings and canals that surround their building. After a quick drink on the terrace, we plodded our way to their boathouse where we moved their gondola out onto the water. Teresa was in front with one paddle, and Didier in back with the other. We then glided through the canals of the city, silently enjoying the perfect weather and the gentle breeze from the canals. We finished the day with dinner at their favorite restaurant in Venice, a place called Enoteca de la Columbina.

We spent the rest of the trip just exploring the city and marveling at our palace on the water. Finally, when it was time to go, we took a water taxi directly from our hotel to the airport, weaving our way first through the quiet, calm canals of the city, and then out to what seemed like a water freeway. It was a cordoned off area in the water where the water taxis and boats speed freely to and from the airport. We felt like we were in a James Bond movie as we glanced back at Venice, fading into the distance with the sun setting behind it. Not a bad way to start the next chapter of our lives together.


6 Responses to “Engaged in Venice”

  1. Jason Says:

    Belated congratulations, Erin.
    I was poking around your great blog and came upon this entry. You can’t get any more romantic than getting engaged in Venice.

  2. Erin Says:

    Gracias Jason! It sure was surreal. I’m quite a lucky gal!

  3. Lori Says:

    Wow you’re life seems like a fairy tale! haha it sounds so amazing! ((Congratulations!))
    I stumbled across your blog not too long ago and just wanted to let you know that I think it’s fabulous! You have such beautiful pictures and great entires!
    I’m an auxiliar de convercacion in Malaga and your stories in Madrid make me really want to revisit Madrid and see your gorgeous city!

  4. Erin Says:

    Thanks, Lori! If you’re ever in Madrid, let me know! I’ll be following along now on your blog as well :).

  5. Vanessa Says:

    I LOVVVVVVVEEEEEEEEED Venice. No better place to get engaged. So nice to chat with you a bit more tonight, and what a cool fun story you have 🙂 points to Jacobo, for sure!

  6. Erin Says:

    Yes, it was great to chat! Let’s do it again soon!

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