When A Monsoon Hits Your Eye …That’s Venice

Sing it with me..

When a moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie
That’s amore
When the world seems to shine like you’ve had too much wine
That’s amore
Bells will ring ting-a-ling-a-ling, ting-a-ling-a-ling
And you’ll sing “Vita bella”
Hearts will play tippy-tippy-tay, tippy-tippy-tay
Like a gay tarantella

I have to add that because Dean Martin is one of Miki’s favorite artist. And because we took a girls trip to Venice together. Did we mention it was during (what absolutely seemed like) a monsoon?! 

Yeaaaa, so we thought it would be fun (and it was 100%) to take this overnight trip from Germany to Venice March last year. Mind you we have both been there and it’s always been bright and sunny and just postcard-ish. Pretty much what you see on TV and books and pictures, that’s Venice. Well, this day was much different and hilarious. It was overcast when we parked, and took a boat across the canal to the Square. It drizzled the first hour or so but still nothing terrible. We got a few pictures with our group and the surroundings before we completely lost our guide (don’t worry, we actually knew our way around and had a map). 

So we set out for a couple must haves (blocks of parmesan and prosciutto of course!) and Miki wanted to see the Casanova’s house. Which that was an adventure all it’s own because the map was taking us through these nearly hidden alleys and we couldn’t speak very good Italian (or not enough to ask for help apparently). I pretty much thought since I was the fat one, they will take her 1st as it would be lighter weight haa. Looking out for number 1 over here. Great friend I am right?! 

Well we finally find the house and realize… it’s directly on the water and getting a shot of the front, like she wanted, was going to be impossible unless we find our way back to other side of the canal- that we just came from! By this time I am just ready to push her in, I mean, she will get the shot though. From the water. 

This is the shot:

Venice Casanova by Mikasa Beery


By this time the rain was coming down. Like for real coming down. The waves in the canals were rough and all gondola rides stopped. We decided to run into a little diner and split a pizza. I also had a bit of wine. Because when in Rome… Or Venice, do as they would. Or just because I’m a lush, whatever. We found our meat & cheese next. Still trying to stay out of the rain. It didn’t help that the alleys are about 4 inches wide and trying to get through them with umbrellas and 40 million people is impossible. It didn’t stop us. We didn’t care. We were seeing everything we came for. Hell or high water, quite literally, we were puddle jumping Venice. Did I mention it was Carnival?!  

We did say we would splurge and take a gondola this time but since the weather was PMSing, we figured we would live to see another day and skip it. Instead we went broke at Hard Rock Cafe. This is another one of Miki’s favorites. She’s been to probably 40 of these (kidding she’s “only” been to 14: Dublin, London, Paris, Nice, Brussels, Amsterdam, Barcelona, Munich, Berlin, Prague, Florence, Rome, Venice, Budapest). Her goal is to hit each one in the world. I do not doubt that she will accomplish that. 

Next on our list was just seeing the sights unseen. We went off the beaten path again and had some incredible Gelato (this was all before my allergy testing that said if you have any dairy you may kill yourself eventually..). We hid in a tunnel eating it out of the rain, and adjusting cameras. Then we took turns holding umbrellas over each other while taking photos. The shot’s she got are nothing less than award-winning. She’s pretty handy with a camera. 

So we spend most the evening trucking back to our boat to get across the choppy water, through the storm, the thunder, the lightening, and onto our bus. 

It was one of the most memorable (hence why I wanted to recap in a blog & show you all) trips to Venice I’ve had.  

One last thing, you can actually buy almost all her prints from Fine Art America


Nothing in this is sponsored and all pictures belong to myself and/or Miki Beery Photography.