So, that’s the big day. Getting up early and leaving for Luxembourg airport. Flying with Luxair feels like flying a miniature train: the planes are small and stuffed, so there’s not really that much of an advantage to RyanAir. Anyway.

Changing in Frankfurt was more eventful as I had 25 minutes to get from gate A to gate C. And believe me, Frankfurt is a massive airport. After an approximate kilometer of running, the gate was mine. When I landed in Venice, people told me  that my suitcase liked Frankfurt so much that it decided to stay there.

Without my suitcase but full of excitement, I went to the quay where I took a boat-bus-thingy to get to the Lido. From the Lido it was a short bus ride (someone told me that apparently I had to pay for the bus, sorry about that) to the Casino. My first impression was that Venice is slightly bigger than Edinburgh and that I’ve never seen so many policemen in one spot. Not even in the UK.

I then arrived at the Venice Days villa. Nothing happened for a while. The Italian “in half an hour” is very different to the German “half an hour”, and so we waited for more than three hours for something to happen. Eventually, we got our keys. The flat is big, and we’re like an 8-people-flatsharing household.

After dinner, which we had around 11, we wanted to watch the new Rodrigues film. Didn’t happen. Too tired.

Tomorrow morning, 8.30: Trying to see Black Swan. We’ll see.