Venice, Italy
When we got off the train in Venice, it was only a short walk to our hostel (something rare for us). We walked over the private bridge that led up to the big green door to ring the bell, and a man popped out of the second story window with a "Ciao!" It felt like we were at the gates of the Emerald city in the Wizard of Oz. Turns out, it was just an old school security system. He buzzed us up and we headed into one of the most unique hostels we've been t...