...A trip to Venice is a surreal experience - I kept wanting to pinch myself to make sure I wasn't dreaming. And I wasn't. At the moment I was standing on a boat on the way to our hotel enjoying the soft touch of Venetian sun and wind. And only ten minutes later we parked by the hotel. While the doorman was fishing our luggage out of the boat, we checked in and went up to the room. And as we entered, we were up for a treat - our windows were looking at the Grand Canal and Basilica of San Marco... I had to pinch myself again... I felt anxious to get out and explore the city, so we dropped our stuff and off to the boat that was waiting downstairs to take us across the Canal to San Marco Piazza.
The itinerary of the day: lunch at San Marco Piazza, check out Bastilica, and yes, a Gondola ride.
It was difficult to comprehend how people could come up with the idea of building city on water and make it work by building beautiful little bridges to connect all the dots. Venetians are unique, artistic and sophisticated. It is the only city in Europe that is functioning without motorcars or trucks!
In evening Varuzh and I got to explore the city by foot - we decided to simply get lost in Venice's maze of narrow tiny streets, hoping to find glimpses of daily routine of local life. And we did. We found little tailor shops, tiny fabric stores and art studios, yards with tricycles and Lakers balls waiting for their owners. We saw moms and dads coming back home from work and kids walking home from school, old ladies walking their dogs or hanging laundry outside. Life seemed no different from ours, just different setting...
Ahh, at the moment I realized how much I missed my home, my boys, family and friends... my setting... I felt I was ready to go back home and face the routine that I was so desperately running away from just a week earlier.
I turned to Varuzh who was standing by the window looking and Grand Canal under the stars.
"I think I am ready to go home," I said.
"Me too," he replied and smiled. He must have thought that we think in sink. He continued standing by the window for a long time, probably thinking about this incredibly beautiful floating city.
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