The Sunday Traveler is wrapping up the flashback of Italy, 2002, in this final post, ending in Venice. The group’s last stop before heading home. I will be back in the future with some postcards from Rome, which I have not had time to post about. We arrived in Venice early in the morning in order to have a full day in this wonderful place. Another wonderful day of wandering about on our own, and to meet back up together for a very late lunch/dinner before saying goodbye to Italy.
I can only say that I will never forget Venice and the feelings I had here of the love and beauty that has existed here for so many years, filled with artists, artisans, culture and learning. And a life that seemed the way life should be lived.
The obligatory ride on a gondola was taken of course, but I was more fascinated, as I always am, of walking the streets to really feel the life here.
The day was over before I knew it, and after a wonderful dinner in a local restaurant we headed to our water taxi to the hotel before our morning flight out.
Air Dolomiti, a short flight to our final departure airport. A 40 minute flight that was the most fantastic flight I can remember with a continental breakfast served on china, and the flight attendants serving us with calm as if there was all the time in the world. Ah, those Italians know how to do it right.
I will be taking a break here for a couple of weeks or so as I prepare to move to a new home in one week’s time. The new place isn’t far from where I am now, but it might as well be across the country for all the preparations needed. I’ll see you as I open the door to my new place very soon ( I can only wish my front door looked like this).