Venice-full of romance and rain

Another new country, another language spoken, this time Italian. First stop is Venice or Venezia. I am staying at a campground but the more upgraded modern European version-restaurant, bar, pool, bungalows, and a hell of a lot cheaper than a hostel in the city. I get a bungalow to myself-bathroom, two beds, a fridge. I may have found backpackers heaven especially at 12 euro a night. I decide to stay an extra day and relax. My ankle is really starting to bother me from a fall I took almost 2 weeks ago. Nothing serious but walking all day every day on it since has not given it time to heal. It has been an awakening to being more cautious about everything. One stupid move could put me in a hospital, a cast, or anything that would impair me from walking or carrying my pack. I am so thankful that I am able bodied and healthy enough to do this. I could not do this in a wheelchair, on crutches...the list of ailments can go on. So I am thankful every day for my health and mobility and even use those nasty subway handrails when I have my pack on to ensure it continues. So, Venice. I was told it was a city for lovers and pretty sure I was the only solo tourist in the frenzy of families and couples. And yes it was a frenzy. No cars on the main island that is sinking. No roads, just small alleys that wind around. Lost within two minutes and stayed that way the entire day. My only strategy was to follow the massive migration of tourists. I made it to the main sights area of St Marks Square or Palazzo San Marco. Big old buildings, huge lines and many euro to see anything. After about an hour in the city, I decide im done but I have 8 more hours before the campground shuttle picks me up. Hmmm, first strategy-Get away from the tourists. Second, dont spend money on stupid shit. I find a nice park to shelter from the on and off rain and study some French. It was right on the waterfront and it helped dwindle a few hours. The most beautiful thing about Venice in my opinion was the gorgeous green, blue almost clear water. I have never seen anything like it. The canals and gondolas throughout the city were cool too. Just like in the pictures. The light rain turns to a downpour as I hobble on my ankle in search of internet and a phone. I finally settle on a bus shelter and spend the remaining hours in Venice seated on urinated concrete with tourist and bums standing around me. Hows that for romance in Venice? Day two, I dont leave the campground and barely my bungalow as its pouring rain. Washing clothes in the sink and drying them on the heater, I read, write, and relax. Now thats a great day in Venice! Up early and onto Florence.