Venice- getting to our hotel

So for our mid semester break my mom came over and took me and Makara to Venice for a few days. My mom got here on Friday and I picked her up from the airport and got to show her around Hamar a little bit, again such as my apartment, school and places I normally go to. On Saturday afternoon we went down to the Oslo airport because we had a 6:30 am flight on Sunday. We ended up eating dinner at the airport since it had the most selection of food that was too expensive, as compared with our hotel. Our hotel was literally across the street from the entrance to the airport which made it easy to go back and forth between except for the continuous downpour, biting winds and low 40 degree weather we werre encountering.
Sunday morning we got about 3:30 to take our bags over to check them. We came back to our hotel to check out and eat breakfast and then went back to go through security. We made it through and over to our gate where we sat for a while. They started to call for boarding and from where we were sitting we couldn't see a plane but thought it was only our angle. As we walked down the gate we saw people going down stairs and no plane to be seen. Everyone was getting on a bus, we were so confused, especially at 6am. The bus drove us over to our plane where we then had to stand outside in the freezing cold and wet tarmac as we climbed up some steep stairs to finally board the plane. This was only the first flight of the day. On the way to Amsterdam we were able to watch the sunrise over Europe. The most beautiful part was flying over the Alps. They were the most gorgeous mountain range I have even seen in my life. After the plane landed in Amsterdam we had to negotiate our way through a very busy airport to find our next gate since we only had about an hour before the plane was to take off. This time there was a plane to get directly on to and the second flight was as uneventful as the first.
After we landed and got our bags we tried again to figure out where and if we go through customs. Again we don't, so technically we have no proof we were ever in Italy, but we were. My mom figured out where we were supposed to go to catch the water bus to get to Venice. We got down there and boarded the bus that would take about an hour to reach Venice. Me, loving boats so much, had a great time especially when bigger boats went buy and our boat had to slow down to go over the wakes. After a few stops and about an hour we made it to the Rialto bridge stop where we got off. All the bridges in Venice are stairs, we each had at least two bags and my mom had four because she was taking some things home for me. We had no idea which side of the bridge we were on. It was about midday and we were getting hungry and had already been up for some 9 hours. We asked an Italian which way we needed to go and he pointed us in the right direction but we had to go over the Rialto. One of the busiest spots in Venice, next to St. Mark's, it was jard to get over the bridge with all of our bags but we finally did it. We were only a few blocks from our hotel but since we were having trouble reading the signs again we had to ask for help. We finally made it to the hotel and draged our stuff up to the third level, again no elevators. The room was beautiful though and we were very excited that we were actually in ITALY!!!!!