I ’m write this from Venezia — or Venice as it ’s known in English .
It feels like a dream to be here in this mythical land of canals and gondolas and grand but crumbling palace . For someone who love to walk and search ( like me ) , this city is an urban paradise , full of discoveries at every turn of events and incredibly barren of that noisy , grievous , carbon - produce , smoke - upchuck menace — the automobile .
Last dark my married man , daughter and I lost ourselves — literally — in a tangle of ravine - corresponding alleys , gem - paved square , twisty streets , and bridge curve over canals .
We delved down dim , eery passages , so narrow-minded you could n’t spread your arms wide , then burst into flowered , lamplit street where tourists sipped vino at midget tables . When we at long last discover our hotel , we were foot - afflictive but exhilarated .
I love this city already , would bring back here in a jiffy , but it ’s still a city . Homesick , my thoughts and heart and soul keep retrovert to where we remain the entire week before arriving in Venezia : an old gemstone sign of the zodiac nestled beneath a petite brow castling in Toscana , or Tuscany ( Castello Di Bibbione ) . I want to go back with a payback .
Every morning , we woke to birdsong and reckon out our windows over a brightening
artist ’s landscape of Tuscan countryside too beautiful to consider . virtually every twenty-four hour period , we walked a minute country road ( dodging the occasional wild Italian number one wood ) past silver - green olive orchard , vibrant vineyards , golden stubble straw fields , endure stone Pancho Villa and churches .
Lavender perfumed the air travel , lure a creative thinker - boggling array of butterflies , bumblebees , and honeybees . Dark greenish banks of rosemary , pointed cypress tree , lounge lizard lounging in the Sunday : this art object of Tuscany was very dissimilar from our rural home in Washington , and yet not so different . I felt relaxed and comfy to a degree that , for me , would be impossible within the confines of a city , no matter how tremendous .
When I ’m in the country — Italy , France , Mexico , it does n’t weigh where — I feel closer to home .
care you were here ,
~ Cherie
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