HUGE thunder storm overnight so not much sleep, stayed in bed late, hung around campsite then went into Venice for Spritz, pasta, coffee and lots more walking.

They say you should be careful what you wish for and now I know that that saying is really really true. I was woken by Chris grabbing me by the shoulders in order to wake me, this really really startled me, I awoke breathing crazily in shock/fear (it wasn’t the nicest way to be woken) and all I could hear was this crazy wind/rain/thunder and it was all so loud. Chris apologized for waking me in such a rude manner but said that he was going out to close up our window flap as the rain was beating in on us (I was sleeping through this) I said in a very groggy, confused manner “okay” and tried to get my head around what was going on. We were in the middle of the craziest, wildest, scariest storm I’ve ever be in.

The wind was blowing in this crazy way, there was rain just lashing down, thunder rumbling and cracking just above us and the lightening! Oh my goodness, it was so crazy, beautiful, terrifying! Normally I’m one of the first ones to be ripping open the curtains, standing on the verandah loving every moment of the storm and being disappointed when it’s over… but this one had me curled up in a little ball in Chris’ bed, wearing my thongs and actually whimpering and gripping Chris when the thunder rolled and lightening cracked. Every thing was a hundred times worse in a tent though, I felt so vulnerable and little and a ‘target’ in the tent. Then we looked down and noticed that it had begun to flood our tent. Now I was getting a little panicky, all our stuff was on the ground, our backpacks, our electrics, every thing. Luckily we had a few little bricks propping up our wooden floor so it ran under us, but I was watching it rise a bit by bit by bit, making me more and more nervous. Finally exhaustion caught up with me and I feel asleep (Chris was by now snoring away with his ear plugs in, bless him, dead to the world) however, I was awoken again when the storm started up again, just as crazy and mad.

This time I wasn’t able to fall asleep nice and easy as the tent opposite us, which was occupied by a single girl, decided to have a ‘party’ all night she had had an English man in her tent, they’d been talking, and judging by their conversation, were young, but they were harmless. But THEN. Two more INCREDIBLY annoying, drunk American guys joined their ‘party’ and began talking VERY VERY loudly, and about complete crap. I tossed, I turned, I realized I had a full bladder and had to face the storm, I found our rain coats and ran to the loo, I could hear this silly American talking his crap even 100meters away and over the incredibly loud rain, I went back to the tent and heard the next tent over, some girls who couldn’t speak English (bless them) going “SHHHHHH” loudly, but this American was oblivious to this. He wasn’t only loud, he loved to use the F word, Gordon Ramsey style, and his conversation was crap. I kid you not, these are just some of them: “Justin Timberlake is like the f-ing bomb. He can do f-ing everything. F-ing singing, f-ing dancing, f-ing acting, f-ing dating the hottest f-ing women, he is seriously like the hottest male f-ing bomb man” and “I look like f-ing John Belushi, I look like f-ing Sam wise f-ing gamgy from the f-ing Lord of the rings man” and my favorite “toy story is the f-ing best, it’s like a f-ing kid story but adults get it you know man? And honey I shrunk the kids, what’s up with that? That’s the f-ing bomb, I f-ing love love love that movie” This is the point where I got up and shined my torch into their tent and said in a very p-off voice “could you PLEASE try to keep it down, you are keeping people awake” There was dead silence before a very quiet “yes” and to their credit they were much much quieter, but I was still unable to fall asleep after this.. And then the rooster started. The bloody rooster. Then the planes started, and then I got up. Crabby.

So, after this we hung around the camp site for the morning, just taking it easy, having a lazy breakfast, and just trying to wake up. We caught one of the later buses into Venice where we wondered about, just taking in the sights, sounds and smells and relaxing by the grand canal in a little quiet spot and did some people watching (my favorite past time)

written by  Chris and Emily on June 20, 2009 from Venice, Italy
from the travel blog: Europe 2009
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