I spent three and a half months living in Venice, Italy when I was twenty, in the fall of 2007. It was a rare and fascinating experience considering most people breeze through the city for a week or two to hit the tourist spots and take a gondola ride.
I was still there after the tourists got too hot, the weather got too cold, the water got too high. In my weeks spent wandering the streets, exploring different neighborhoods, and trying to get beyond the frustrating layer of tourists, I found a sliver of the authentic Venice. Read More