Saturday, June 16, 2007

Munchen, Padova and Venezia - UPDATED

Or, Munich, Padua and Venice... Here are some scenes from the past three cities we were in.

Munich was a lot of fun, we were staying close to the downtown area, and cafes and bars were everywhere. Jim Survis and I ventured out to see the sights and had a couple of mugs of delicious German beer at a cafe that we tried to order food at, but they had stopped serving lunch and it was too early for dinner.

Jim Survis' Mug Shot

So we hoofed it down several blocks and found an Italian cafe and ordered some pizza margherita. Very tasty, especially when washed down by two more mugs of pure German beer.

Fountain in Munich Plaza

We decided to walk off the meal and the beer and headed down to the main square, ending up in a beer garden where we had a final mug of Paulaner Pils.

Town Square

Das Bier Garden

Pizza and beer adventure over.

We drove 8 hours after the Munich show to Padova (Padua), Italy. Beautiful countryside, and only a 45 minute train ride to Venice. A group of us caught the train around noon and got into Venice at 1:00.

View From The Train Station Steps

Lots to see here, so we set out a a leisurely pace through the narrow twisting streets of the canal city. Gondolas and water taxis at every turn.


There is a main plaza with government buildings and an amazing church.

Main Plaza

Unfortunately, while we were in Venice, a terrible storm blew through a few miles away at the venue and brought the staging down at the Heineken Jammin' Festival. 40 people were injured, some seriously,and the festival was cancelled. This means we had an extra day off, and having done Venice already, we decided to check out Padua.

Padua Canal

We visited the Basilica de San Antonio (St. Anthony). St. Anthony was born in Portugal and lived in Padua during the 12th century. He was a contemporary of St. Francis, who called him "his Bishop". Seventeen miracles are attributed to St. Anthony, and the church has fragments of his clothing...and his tongue! Apparently, thirty years after his death they opened his casket and all had turned to dust - except his tongue - which was still whole and red in color. It is preserved in a requilary in the church, encased in a glass and gold monument. No photos were allowed within the church, but we did see all of the relics and the beautiful architecture inside. All of us felt a strong, "heavy" presence while in the church, non-Catholics included. Very powerful stuff.

Church of St. Anthony


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