Walking around the Acropolis in our socks was the best way for us to say goodbye to Greece and head back to Prague, our home base. We still needed to get to Prague though. We left from Patras, Greece for Venice, Italy on a ferry that we were told was a mere 24-hour ride – but was actually a 36-hour ride.
We spent all our money on beer, cookies and a half a sandwich on that trip. Our accommodations were on a metal floor on the top level known as Dog Village, where the dog kennels were. There were also about 50 German students sleeping with us up there. It was a long ride.
At this time Jesse informed me he was going to propose to Iveta, his Czech girlfriend (and present wife), so we celebrated by stealing some food from the German students, drank our last beers and had the best guitar jam sitting on the back of the ferry with the Ionian Sea as our backdrop.
We arrived in Venice absolutely penniless with rain pissing down on us. I decided to purchase two train tickets on my credit card to Prague, and we had some time to walk through the city of water, which really took my breath away. I’d never seen a city that was simply built on top of the water. I wish we had more time there, but we made the best of it.
The train ride back to Prague was the longest ride of the rides on this chapter of our adventures. When we arrived in the outskirts of Prague and saw the Communist paneláks rising up, we almost cried. It was good to be “home,” and this home was worlds away from the rock.