Our Exotic Cruise Vacation, The End

We must explain the last several hours of our vacation, spent in Venice and Treviso airport. Surprisingly, we had some extra time in Venice after exiting the ship Sunday morning. After John helped negotiate a hotel room for a couple girls form our dining table and we left our luggage in the hotel we stayed at the previous weekend, we made our way, with much less difficulty, back to San Marco Square. We had just enough time to stand in line for the Campanile, take an elevator up and snap some nice pictures of the city from the top of the tower. Our window shopping in souvenir stores got us in a bit of trouble as we had to speed walk back to the hotel to get our bags and make sure we didn’t miss the bus to Treviso airport.

We made it on the bus and arrived at Treviso (think: the airport the size of our apartment). The first time we stood in line, the overly attentive ticket lady told us our hold baggage was over the weight limit. We dragged our stuff off to the side and tried to cram more heavy items in the carry-on bags. Then we stood in line again. This is the one and only time either of us have ever had a ticket lady decide to weigh our carry-ons! Woe is us. John’s carry-on, which had just been stuffed full of souvenirs and books, was way over the limit. The lady’s solution was to check that bag as well and have us pay for the extra 5 kilos of weight. Thankfully before reaching the counter the second time Erin had suggested John put some souvenirs and books in his pockets since he was wearing his handy cargo shorts. Erin also decided to hold a couple of the heavier travel books in her hands out of sight of the ticket lady. That little maneuver probably saved us having to pay for another 5 kilos of extra weight! After standing in yet another line to pay for our extra baggage, we still had over an hour to kill. Since sitting in small plastic chairs on the other side of security did not look appealing, we decided to walk around a bit outside. After walking down the street passing empty fields, abandoned buildings, and some car dealership we decided the city of Treviso is not your vacation destination and returned to the terminal.

We wasted some time buying a Gatorade and standing in the security line. By the time we had to sit in the plastic chairs waiting to board a bus to take us to our plane we only had about another 20 minutes left anyway. Erin observed that at least the airport was so tiny, dirty, hot, and ugly that now she really felt a desire to board a plane and return home. (Just hours ago she had not wanted the vacation to end!)

There’s good news for those of you who might fly to Treviso in the future: it looks like construction workers are building a brand new passenger terminal that’s about 50 times bigger right next door to the present eyesore.

So, now you have a complete picture of our vacation. The pictures are up on flickr.