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Bootstour durch die Kanäle von Venedig: Eine Stadt auf dem Wasser

Liebe/r Leser/in, bist du bereit für eine atemberaubende Reise durch die Kanäle von Venedig? Diese Stadt auf dem Wasser ist ein einzigartiges Erlebnis, das du nicht verpassen solltest. In diesem Reiseblog-Eintrag werde ich dir alles Wissenswerte über eine Bootstour durch die Kanäle von Venedig erzählen und dir die besten Orte und Sehenswürdigkeiten entlang der Route empfehlen. Beginnen wir mit den praktischen Informationen. Es gibt viele Anbieter von Bootstouren in Venedig, aber ich empfehle dir, eine Tour bei einem lizenzierten Anbieter zu buchen. Eine gute Option ist die Firma "Venice Tours S.r.l", die verschiedene Bootstouren anbietet. Eine weitere Option ist "Walks of Italy", die auch eine Kombination aus einer Bootstour und einer Stadtführung anbieten. Der Preis für eine Bootstour variiert je nach Anbieter und Dauer. Die meisten Touren dauern etwa eine Stunde und kosten zwischen 25 und 40 Euro pro Person. Es gibt auch längere Touren, die bis zu drei Stunden dauern und bis zu 100 Euro kosten können. Es lohnt sich jedoch, ein bisschen mehr Geld auszugeben, um eine qualitativ hochwertige Tour mit einem sachkundigen Führer zu bekommen. Die beste Zeit für eine Bootstour durch die Kanäle von Venedig ist im Frühling oder Herbst, wenn das Wetter mild und angenehm ist. Im Sommer kann es sehr heiß und überfüllt sein, was das Erlebnis etwas beeinträchtigen kann. Die Wintermonate sind auch eine gute Option, da es zu dieser Jahreszeit weniger Touristen gibt, aber das Wetter kann unvorhersehbar sein und es kann sehr kalt werden. Die Route der Bootstour hängt von dem Anbieter ab, den du wählst. Eine beliebte Option ist die "Grand Canal Tour", die eine Strecke von etwa 3,5 Kilometern abdeckt und an einigen der bekanntesten Sehenswürdigkeiten vorbeiführt. Eine andere Option ist die "Small Canal Tour", die durch einige der versteckten Kanäle und Gassen der Stadt führt und eine intimere Erfahrung bietet. Unabhängig von der gewählten Tour gibt es einige Sehenswürdigkeiten, die du während deiner Bootstour auf jeden Fall sehen solltest. Hier sind einige meiner Empfehlungen: - Der Canal Grande: Dies ist der größte Kanal von Venedig und verbindet die meisten Stadtteile. Du wirst an vielen beeindruckenden Gebäuden und Palästen vorbeifahren, die sich entlang des Kanals befinden, wie zum Beispiel den Palazzo Grassi und den Palazzo Cavalli-Franchetti. - Die Rialto-Brücke: Dies ist eine der bekanntesten Brücken in Venedig und eine wichtige Verbindung zwischen den Stadtteilen San Marco und San Polo. Du wirst eine großartige Aussicht auf den Canal Grande haben, während du unter der Brücke hindurchfährst. - Das Dogenpalast: Dieser Palast ist eines der bekanntesten Gebäude in Venedig und war früher der Sitz der venezianischen Regierung. Du wirst ihn vom Boot aus sehen und eine beeindruckende Perspektive auf das Gebäude bekommen. - Die Kirche Santa Maria della Salute: Diese Kirche ist ein bekanntes Wahrzeichen von Venedig und wurde im 17. Jahrhundert gebaut, um die Stadt vor der Pest zu schützen. Du wirst eine großartige Aussicht auf die Kirche haben, wenn du mit dem Boot durch den Canal Grande fährst. - Das Ghetto von Venedig: Das Ghetto von Venedig ist eines der ältesten Ghettos in Europa und war ein Ort, an dem Juden während der Republik Venedig leben mussten. Es ist ein einzigartiges Viertel mit einer reichen Geschichte und du wirst es vom Boot aus sehen können. - Die Insel Murano: Murano ist eine Insel in der Lagune von Venedig und bekannt für seine Glasbläserei. Du kannst eine kurze Pause von der Bootstour einlegen und eine Glasbläserei besuchen, um zu sehen, wie die Kunstwerke hergestellt werden. - Die Insel Burano: Burano ist bekannt für seine farbenfrohen Häuser und die Spitzenklöppelindustrie. Du wirst eine wunderschöne Aussicht auf die Insel haben, wenn du mit dem Boot durch die Kanäle fährst. Jetzt, da du weißt, welche Sehenswürdigkeiten du auf deiner Bootstour sehen kannst, ist es auch wichtig zu wissen, welche Orte du besuchen solltest, bevor oder nachdem du deine Tour beendet hast. Hier sind einige Empfehlungen: - Der Markusplatz: Dies ist einer der bekanntesten Plätze in Venedig und ein Ort, den du besuchen solltest, bevor oder nachdem du deine Bootstour gemacht hast. Hier findest du den Markusdom, den Dogenpalast und andere wichtige Gebäude. - Das Peggy Guggenheim Museum: Wenn du Kunst magst, solltest du das Peggy Guggenheim Museum besuchen. Hier findest du eine Sammlung von moderner Kunst aus dem 20. Jahrhundert, darunter Werke von Picasso und Dalí. - Der Mercato di Rialto: Wenn du Venedig wie ein Einheimischer erleben möchtest, solltest du den Mercato di Rialto besuchen, einen der ältesten Märkte in Venedig. Hier findest du eine Vielzahl von frischen Produkten, von Fisch bis Obst und Gemüse. - Die Basilika Santa Maria Gloriosa dei Frari: Diese Kirche ist eine der bedeutendsten in Venedig und enthält Kunstwerke von Tizian und Bellini. Sie ist ein Muss für alle Kunstliebhaber. - Die Gallerie dell'Accademia: Wenn du dich für Kunst interessierst, solltest du auch die Gallerie dell'Accademia besuchen, eine der wichtigsten Kunstsammlungen in Venedig. Hier findest du Werke von Tizian, Veronese und anderen berühmten Künstlern. - Die Peggy Guggenheim Collection: Hier findest du eine weitere bedeutende Kunstsammlung in Venedig, die Werke aus dem 20. Jahrhundert umfasst. Die Sammlung befindet sich im ehemaligen Wohnhaus von Peggy Guggenheim und enthält Werke von Jackson Pollock, Max Ernst und anderen Künstlern. Jetzt, da du weißt, welche Orte du besuchen kannst, ist es auch wichtig zu wissen, wann die beste Zeit für eine Bootstour durch die Kanäle von Venedig ist. Die beste Zeit für eine Bootstour ist von April bis Oktober, wenn das Wetter angenehm ist und die Kanäle voller Leben sind. Die beste Tageszeit für eine Bootstour ist am Morgen oder am Abend, wenn die Stadt ruhiger ist und das Licht am schönsten ist. Wenn du eine Bootstour durch die Kanäle von Venedig machen möchtest, gibt es viele Unternehmen, die solche Touren anbieten. Einige der beliebtesten Unternehmen sind: - Venice Boat Experience: Dieses Unternehmen bietet private Bootstouren durch Venedig an. Du kannst zwischen verschiedenen Bootstypen wählen, darunter Gondeln, Motorboote und Segelboote. - Venetian Kayak: Wenn du eine etwas aktivere Bootstour möchtest, solltest du Venetian Kayak in Betracht ziehen. Du kannst eine Kajaktour durch die Kanäle von Venedig machen und die Stadt aus einer völlig neuen Perspektive erleben. - Row Venice: Dieses Unternehmen bietet Rudertouren durch die Kanäle von Venedig an. Du kannst zwischen verschiedenen Touren wählen, darunter eine Sunrise Row Tour oder eine Sunset Row Tour. - Classic Boats Venice: Wenn du eine klassische Bootstour möchtest, solltest du Classic Boats Venice in Betracht ziehen. Du kannst zwischen verschiedenen Booten wählen, darunter ein Vintage-Holzboot oder ein venezianisches Schnellboot. Wenn du eine Bootstour durch die Kanäle von Venedig machen möchtest, solltest du auch wissen, dass es einige wichtige Dinge zu beachten gibt. Hier sind einige wichtige Tipps: - Trage bequeme Kleidung und Schuhe, da du viel Zeit auf dem Boot verbringen wirst. - Nimm eine Sonnenbrille und Sonnencreme mit, um dich vor der Sonne zu schützen. - Nimm genug Wasser und Snacks mit, da du auf dem Boot keine Möglichkeit hast, Essen und Trinken zu kaufen. - Sei bereit, dich den anderen Passagieren anzupassen, da es auf dem Boot möglicherweise eng wird. - Respektiere die Umwelt und wirf keine Abfälle ins Wasser. Insgesamt ist eine Bootstour durch die Kanäle von Venedig eine unvergessliche Erfahrung, die du nicht verpassen solltest. Du wirst die Stadt aus einer völlig neuen Perspektive erleben und einige der bekanntesten Sehenswürdigkeiten Venedigs sehen. Vergiss nicht, auch einige der anderen Orte zu besuchen, die ich empfohlen habe, um das Beste aus deiner Reise nach Venedig herauszuholen. Beitragsbild: Bild von Neil Morrell auf Pixabay Read the full article

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{ Buon Natale, guys! Buon Natale to you, I wish you all a Christmas full of love and peace, wherever you are💕. Like every year, a present for all my friends following me here. Thank you for your friendship. This Christmas can be colorful especially at the thought of you all, far or near, smiling joyfully. }

[ Note: This is set after the jelousy request story, so after Fenice Threatre’s prima night. It’s a follow-up featuring a quieter and relaxed Junpei being able to savour his time in Venice. Of course , how could he fully enjoy this new reality around without Izumi showing him…Things.]

• Tutti gli incanti nascosti nel maestrale veneziano •

In the period opening its doors to Christmas, to the italian Natale, he observed Venice changing its appearance like a lady preparing herself for a night party, by enwrapping her body in a dress covered in minuscule twinkles and adorning herself with sparkling jewels.

While strolling around that city of surprises, risking to get lost in the narrowing venetian calle , he could see those pendants of hers shimmering on the blurred waves, stars having taken a dive in the chilled channels and looking like precious stones thrown in the greenish depths.

A couple of ticks hitting the rocky patchwork of the ground, stopping for a second and then growing more and more confident in their accelerating pace, made the corners of his mouth stretch on their own. She had finally found him and he felt like she had managed to retrieve his soul as well. Actually, she immersed her lively spirit in the agitated stream and once found his ensnared one, she pulled as hard as she could, right before a gondola crashed against their souls clinging on each other.

“They all look the same to me, after having been here so many times,” She commented as she pulled his gloved hand again to draw him even closer. “But your excitement is very contagious. Maybe, now that I think about it, too much…” She added with a shaking of her head when she noticed he had started cheerfully waving at a merry gondoliere rowing below the bridge. She was aware he would have joined the chorus of the curious tourists looking up at him, if she hadn’t dragged him far from the cold sill.

“It’s just that…” He began in confusion, turning back at the spot she had made him part from. He took a while to realize, wide eyed, she didn’t seem to want to let his hand go. That was the reason why whatever he wanted to say about Venice’s beauty, all those wonders he could contemplate now that Fenice theatre’s prima night had ended, died on his lips.

“It’s just that…?” She prompted, eventually exploding in a laughter at the sight of his dumbfounded face. “Do you want to talk to my back until we get home ? Come here. You’re not a dog on a leash, aren’t you? A bulldog needing to be groomed?”

“At least, you didn’t pick a poodle”.

He did what she told, placing himself next to her with a, - luckily -, inaudible gulp. Suddenly, in his nostrils the typical brackish smell of the venetian lagoon left room for the fresh breeze of her perfume to blow in the air. In his chocolate irises the scenario of a vain Venice in feast mixed with the vivid dream of a tall, gorgeous young woman in soft silk, standing on the red carpet of a foyer ’s stairs. And, finally, on his engulfed skin there was her palm, her delicate palm he found the courage to squeeze tightly as soon as they found themselves in a crowded sea. Now, as physically connected as they were, they could have never lost sight of each other, he chuckled at himself in utter delight.

“What have you bought?” He asked her, feeling invigorated by the stronger wind navigating the dim sky of the gloaming. Thanks to the inheritance Fairymon had left in her being, she usually was the one feeling a strong bond with the gusts of the atmosphere and its colours, but ,somehow, out of blue, he felt like he had become terribly sensitive to Nature and its breath as well. It seemed…Venice had casted a spell upon him; had poured an enchanted rain over him, one dotted with drops of gold and emeralds , just like the ones of San Marco’s Basilica.

“You will see after dinner,” Her reply was dry, but it got betrayed by one of her mischievous grins she didn’t manage to suppress in time. It enlarged when his free hand reached out, aiming at hers, or better, at the bag she was concealing behind her hip.

“W-Wait, you’re staying for dinner?” She didn’t really need to do that, though, since his fingers froze on his belly, twitching at the edge of that vertiginous ravine she had digged.

“Sure, like yesterday and the day before yesterday,” She shrugged as if she had just given him the most obvious answer and, in truth, now that he could think about it with a sweetly shocked mind, she actually was right. Indeed, going through the amiable meals they had shared in those days, it dawned on him it had been more than stupid to ask her if she wanted to stay.

It was just that he had planned to cook for her for a change and, -to his ears-, it kept on sounding like something official, more like a polite invitation from gentleman to a marvelous lady. Consequently, in his fantasy, the special occasion had the shape of a table covered by a refined cloth, -it seemed so easy to find products of high quality manufacture in Venice-, a bottle of good wine on it awaiting to be uncorked, two elegant diners sitting at the two heads of the table.

But he had forgot again Izumi might seem to be a diva wanting all those attentions, whereas, in reality, she didn’t want them at all. She surprisingly adored munching on sticky chicken legs while holding them with her hands, which had really made him the happiest man on Earth. She could hardly disappoint him , after all. Who was a true let down, instead, was just him and his mistaken perseverance in trying getting her to like him through the most contrived gimmicks. He was learning but it was a challenge to break his negative habits, even if he had finally starting seeing how much better he was feeling living like that, genuinely.

That evening he was still in time.

“I was asking because I wasn’t certain you really want to taste my tortini, panna e prosciutto, eh eh,” If that dinner was going to be another one among many from the past and, hopefully, many, so many from the near and distant future, there was no point in acting mysteriously.

He had predicted she wouldn’t be so convinced about his initiative but, man, he would have never imagined she would abruptly stop walking and look at him like that. He wanted to cook her tortini, panna e prosciutto in honour of the first italian recipe she had taught him during his stay in the boot-shaped peninsula. Before her first visit, whenever he got tired of buying ready-made meals or pizza, he would prepare pasta and tuna, -pasta al tonno-, but Izumi hadn’t been impressed at all about the way he wouldn’t add lemon, slices of tomato or tomato sauce. His was just pasta al tonno. Literally. With the only addition of the questionable oil coming from the can. As far as concerned broth, that brodo vegetale from a little recollection of his university days and her high school ones in Japan…Well, he could say a busy tenor from La Fenice had no time for such complex and long procedures at the hobbs. “Ehm…I can cook pasta al to-“

“Listen to me, Junpei,” She tightened the grip on his hand so much he could swear his blood had ceased circulating.

“Yes…?“ He really was about to pass out in front of her like a salami.

Silent tension choking him without mercy. Dying in the unique, splendid Venice might not be that bad, though, he told himself to hang onto a minuscule horizon of light.

“Junpei, it’s tortellini . Tor. Tel. Li. Ni.”

Was it better to lose consciousness in front of the girl you like or to mess up her second language?

“Tor…Terrini,” He tentatively repeated, squeezing his orbs because he was aware no L had been pronounced by his tied tongue. And to think he had been practicing that alien sound so many times at home, believing he had mastered it after so many falls.

At his embarassing blunder, Izumi bursted into a melodious laughter, at least. That made the baked potato she had roasted under his flat hat cool its boiling temperature down.

“So you’re going to be my personal chef tonight?” It was weird she had already changed the subject of their conversation, letting his ashaming italian be the one getting lost in Venice’s labyrinth that time, but he wasn’t going to complain about it.

“I’ll try,” He gulped as at that point his confidence had completely melted like bouillon cube in hot water.

“This reply doesn’t sound reasurring at all. I’m glad I bought something else. Howsoever it goes, don’t worry about starving. It won’t absolutely happen.”

XXX

She decided to really call whatever he had prepared tortini, panna e prosciutto, and he fervently agreed with her, -strong nods included,- despite his initial desire to throw that thing in some channel. If Izumi hadn’t decided to follow him to his apartment and hadn’t been waiting on the sofa for the whole time, he would have really gone out and run that risk. The window could have been another good, indeed, brilliant solution, if every neighbour of his hadn’t owned a hateful awning covering their balcony. If that had been the case, Izumi wouldn’t have found him panicking and being about to stick a whole pan in the bin.

And, by the way, he wouldn’t have got a sonorous slap from her like in the good old days, either, even if now he had just been spotted wasting food.

It would have been funny, comical, absolutely hilarious if she had walked out on him because of that, but ,fortunately, she hadn’t. On the contrary, after having given him an apologetic caress on his cheek, she had placed the pot on the fire again, had tasted that mush, - showing him she really was the bravest young woman out there!-, and, finally, had poured her magic on it. It was one even a wizard at heart like him couldn’t fully understand. What he only could say was that what used to taste like…Ehm, WC water, was now making his taste buds dance.

“So, so, what are you going to show me?” He asked her once he had finished swallowing the last slice of his pear. He was wearing the excitement of a kid and her rubbing hands weren’t really telling of a different story.

“What are you taking about?” She still tried teasing him, though, even while her arms were diving in the bag lying at her feet.

“That bag is giant! It must be something really big! You can’t fool me, Izumi.”

For once that day he had done something right, which had been guessing the size of her surprise: it was big but also incredibly delicious. Though he didn’t know what those two boxes she was drumming her fingers on actually contained inside, the sight of promotional images of chocolate on them were enough for him to blindly believe those two sort of cakes were going to found a paradise in his mouth.

His instinct suggested him there was no reason to wait, so he reached out only to get a new playful slap on his hand.

“Before starting, you have to choose one of them,” Her raised index underlined a solemn atmosphere around her and, most of all, highlighted his disappointment.

“What does it mean you want me to choose only one of them? Weren’t we talking about food waste an hour ago?”

“It’s either panettone or pandoro,” Her fingers tiptoed on the round angles of the cardboard pyramids as she finally revealed the identity of those delicacies. “Italians fight over which is the best between them. Every year.”

“How do you think I could express a judgement if you don’t let me taste them at the same moment?” She would have to persuade him at the best of her capabilities, if she wanted his upsetting pout to go away.

“Let’s say I want to play with you and see if we have got the same preferences about this matter too. During my first Christmas in Italy, Mamma made me do the same,” She took some seconds to collect her memories about her toddler self experimenting Italy for the first time. Her alluring orbs fluttered to the ceiling in the process, not noticing the dreamy gaze staring at her with sweetened interest: after all, if he had landed in Italy to pursue his career, it was mostly thanks to her, thanks to all those tales she would share with him in Digiworld, those tales about that country she dearly missed and all the food she would still beg her mother to cook in Japan. It was the everlasting effect of another charm of hers, an impalpable one she held in herself without knowing. “Mamma and Papà took me to a big supermarket near to the Colosseo and we bought lot of food I didn’t know about. After that Christmas Eve, we left for the mountains, for Val di Fassa in Trentino. It was our first holiday through Italy.”

“So,” He gave room for another taciturn moment to unfold before catching her dazed attention. “Which one did you pick?”

“Oh, right I picked pan- Ah!” The third slap of the night was addressed to her chatty lips.

“Pan…?” He grinned widely, enjoying those few chances he had to tease her back.

“Non vale, Junpei! Not fair. You have to make a choice.”

“Oh, it’s only that I’m feeling under pressure,” Those chances, however, didn’t really last that long. They never did. Deeply in his soul, he had already accepted he would soon find himself desperately sniffling in front of those boxes.

“You chose to accept an invitation to an unknown land when you were eleven and now…? Moreover, this should be an intriguing puzzle for The Great Detective Shibayama.”

There was no need to count the times she had been right throughout the day, but the fact she was didn’t make him feel better.

“I know!” Allowing his tense back to rest against the chair, he snapped his fingers at an idea knocking on the door of his paralyzed brain. “Which one is usually made with more chocolate?”

“Are you serious?”

“You can’t tell me this ,either?”

Once they had come back home, he had closed the windows because venetian winters seemed to be so stubborn in the stirring of their mistral’s waves. Nevertheless , there might still be some window opened somewhere, since he had started feeling the tide of a light breeze washing over his face in thrilled expectation, fresh enough to calm its excessive warmth down. He hoped her cheeks could be blessed by such a pleasantly-cold wind as well, since maybe she had been sitting too close to the heaters and they had grown so flushed, almost feverish-like.

“I’m just regretting having bought special versions. You know, both traditional recipes don’t include chocolate, Junpei. I bought them…Oh mio Dio, for you.”

He had definitely left a window opened, or maybe that was just another sprinkle of arcane magic he was finding out about that night, along with her.

“So, we are eating both?” The rumble of a thunder wasn’t well-welcomed in the ballroom of a breeze, so it had sounded shy, hesitant, concealing reserved wishes as it extended its hand.

“We are eating both.”

#junpei shibayama #izumi orimoto #junzumi #digimon frontier #zura writes #BUON NATALE AGAIN💕💕💕

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