Gelato in the Rain

It has pretty much rained the entire time I have been in Venice. Rain is one thing, but cold rain is another. And flooding makes the whole situation worse. None of that has stopped me from eating incredible gelato until tonight when the places closed early to try to raise their stuff away from the potential harm of the water. The wole situation felt all too familiar to me, but was also so different. The flood here is only because of high tide. The people know exactly how high the water is going to get and at what time it is going to get there. 

This flood is a perfect example of one of the many reasons I don't think Venice is a real city. Everything here is based off of tourism.  The only people that legit live here are the old people. It is  like Disney World, Las Vegas, and a retirement community all rolled into one. There is no movie theatre here. There is nothing that real cities have. I havent even seen a grocery. 

What is does have is some of the most unique and beautiful buildings and settings I have ever seen. Coming here is almsot like looking back in time because this was once a real city. It was once a great city, and looking at what once made it a great city is what makes it so cool to come here now. 

Speaking of going back in time, I went to Montenegro with my mom and Aunt Joanie to find this village where Skobeljs live. Everything in Igalo, the town we went to, was old. It was not a good old though. It was a 60s, 70s, and 80s communist old. The cars were all crap, which was really weird because the terrain was pretty severe. We went to this hotel in the middle of Igalo because we knew that a Cognevich owned it, and his family lived in the same place as the Skobeljs. The guy, George, and his wife were extremly nice, but only his wife spoke English. Luckily our driver was able to translate for us and we could communicate with George some.

George led us up what seemed like the highest mountain around. The road was more like a trail, but the driver was determined to make it up there. Eventually the car over heated leaving us to walk the rest of the way while it cooled down. Once we finally made it to tiny village we were welcomed by some very angry dogs. I ran, but George showed up and calmed the dogs and walked us into the village where we met this large Cognevich guy who wanted us to take shots with him. They told us there was no Skobeljs still living there, but we met or at least saw one lade who they told us was a Skobelj on the way out.

Old town Dubrovnik was also like going back in time, but the views around the city are really what made it so awesome. The coastline with the mountains and blue water was incredible and made Dubrovnik one of my favorite cities. However, I'm too tired to write anymore right now.

Tomorrow, I'm going to Barcelona, and then down to Seville on Thursday.