I was bummed, but also partially relieved as it was raining very hard and I wasn’t sure what that meant for our high pace trek to the Rialto at eight. Instead, we were able to have a leisurely morning of watching Italian TV, relaxing, and walking around to do a bit of last minute shopping.
The water was starting to rise when we headed out at ten and you could see it seeping out from beneath buildings. We finally got back to the hotel before the major bit of the tide started spilling its banks. By the time noon hit, the water was up and back onto the walkways around the hotel.
We had lunch in the bar, I had a very excellent cold salmon sandwich and TBG has a club, or at least the Venice version of a club. The high point was not just the ‘chips’ which were some of the most delicious fries I’ve ever had, but also of watching the gondoliers struggling to take tourists around. The wind was really blowing and that was making everything a mess and pushing even more water inland. By the time two o’clock rolled around, the water was nearly four feet deep everywhere and we were stuck inside. No one, not even employees were allowed to leave.
We’d hoped to pay La Gallo D’Oro another visit, but even by seven, the water had only receded a foot. Everything was closed and we were still not allowed out of the hotel. Thankfully, TBG had been proactive and made reservations in the main dining room.
However, when we got there, it was closed. They had moved it to a conference room because the main dining room had flooded. Ugh… It was such a mess for them. And the bar was shoulder to shoulder with everyone insisting they be waited on next. It was insane. In the ‘dining room’ peace descended and it was quiet and lovely.
By the time we left at nine (it was a slower than usual service), the water was still high. The hotel had opened empty rooms to their employees, but I have a feeling that they didn’t sleep much. Happily, we did.