Venetian weekend

My guy dropped me off at Marco Polo airport. He had other places to go, so I went it alone. Someone’s got to celebrate my best brag, living 2 hours from Venice, might as well be me. Took the ferry and found it surprisingly warm with all the body heat.

First night was drizzly, yet even when she weeps, she’s la serenissima. When I go to dinner the waiter doesn’t seem to want to bring me the bill. Maybe he feels sorry I’m all alone, Italians only like to go solo when they have coffee.

I’m quite content. I like to linger. To feel this ‘strangely happy entity’ as Gore Vidal called Italy. And yes, everyone around me appears happy.

Romans insist on being Roman, the Piemontese know work is the passport to their serenity and Venetians know they live in a dream ~

~ ~ ~ let this continue to be our reality.