I went on a trip to Venice with Italian sportswear brand Diadora. Diadora have
a rich history of providing footwear for true sporting icons, Marradonna, Bjorn Borg,
Messi, so it was really just a matter of time before they found their way to me.
After landing and arriving at the city I was very excited to get to the Diadora museum
I don’t normally get in a tiz about museums, but I’m in jeans, it’s 35
degrees and I was told that baby had AC. Once inside I got to learn about the true
craftsmanship that goes into making their footwear- only ten machines are used at a
time. Disappointingly none of the machines can actually tie shoelaces let alone a
double knot. You’re not allowed to enter wearing a competitor’s footwear or even
take pictures! So naturally I….
Once we'd learnt all things Diadora, we went for a little sippy-sippy at Sandi Villa.
We had a walking tour of the vineyard before tasting the goods ourselves. Which
couldn’t have come soon enough. When it comes to wine, window shopping is just a
few steps from torture. Nice house...
and nice peach!
A wine tour will and a bottle of the good stuff ranges from 8-
40Euros. Stock up!
We finished the evening by heading to dinner on the terrace of Sagredo hotel.
Beautiful views overlooking Venice, a lovely glass or three of prosecco and some
gorgeous Italian cuisine- mamma mia! The 15th century hotel oozed with opulence
and grandeur and was decorated with Modern art outside. The northener in me felt
well out of place, the only old buildings in Blackburn are the old Woolworths and
C&A. The hands are there to show a supporting hand to Venice. Sad but true, it’s
Next day I woke up late. I put the blame at the door of the hotel black-out curtains
and my dead phone, though not sure my fellow travellers did. Still, we had
enough time to go on a walking tour around Venice. We were given little walkie-
talkies so we could hear our tour guide and just in case we got lost, which was a
touch since my phone was back down to 5%.
I learnt that Venice is actually made up of loads of different islands. Each time you
cross a bridge, you're on a new island, though no passport control thankfully. We also
found the most beautiful bookshop in the world. Filled to the brim with paper and
words. There was even a staircase made out of books that took you to a fab view at
the top. That’s if you survive the climb, I don’t seem to recall paper being a popular
building material. I also saw the building that Amal and George Clooney were married in! Well, it mattered to me.
St Mark's Square is not for the faint hearted. If you hate crowds this is hell on earth
but I'm into it. St Marks Bacilka is stunning and although there's a ban on feeding
pigeons I came across another fellow sign-defier.
Museums in Venice are ALL closed on a Tuesday and guess what day I went to see
the Damien Hirst exhibition at the Palazzo Grassi? Plan B ensued, a lovely art fair that’s on
every two years.
I'm not usually into galleries as they often require etiquette such as speaking quietly, a
talent I was not blessed with at birth. Fortunately loud blabbing and guffawing was
permitted at this art fair. There's even art that you can touch- check it out!
Finally we got a boat taxi. If you really want to be fancy get one of these hunks to
paddle you around for an hour on their gondola. I now know exactly why they call it
the city of love.
Learning all about the beauty and craftsmanship of Diadora products - tick
Views of Venice from the top of shopping centre -tick
Eating my entire body weight in pasta and cheese -tick
Sipping on Prosecco & Aperol spritz like its water -tick
Having a long ride on this man’s big gondola?! - Dammit, maybe next time.
This blog post was brought to you in collaboration with Diadora