As I stepped out of the train station and into the city, my first glimpse of Venice left me speechless! I was WOWed! This area was crowded with people walking in every direction but among those not moving were the newcomers like myself who had stopped to take it all in. I felt like I had stepped into a time travel machine and my destination was some fairytale land found only in a book. It was AMAZING. With all the luggage I had to carry, I didn't have a hand free to take a picture of this moment and I'm glad I didn't because such moments like this shouldn't be captured in a photograph. They would always fail to live up to the magic that I felt in that instant. Memory is the best safekeeper.
I'm sure when I had first looked at Venice I gazed at her with my I'm falling in love eyes. I had. Venice excudes romance, so either you bring love with you to make the experience more spectacular or she becomes your lover. It was settled, Venice was my date and I was enamored to be in such exquisite company. I couldn't resist her colorful personality, brilliant energy and fascinating history. The affair rendered my heart dizzy. No love is perfect and one minor issue was that I couldn't walk around with a cup of coffee!! (venice cafe's don't have to-go cups). Good news, one day I managed to do so and therefore was satisfied.
Every single place, every spot, curb, staircase was a place to get lost, rendezvous with your significant other and talk about forever or where to go for lunch. The air carried languages from all over the world, all intermingled to form one huge, well deserved compliment to Venice for making us feel welcomed.
Piazza San Marco shined at night with three orchestra bands playing music as the crowd walked from one to the other. Every performance was followed by a generous applause. Couples were seen giving each other roses, hugs and kisses with lovely thoughts. Smiles were part of the evening attire. Everyone was basking in Romance.
Leaving Venice. I had to get up in the brisk of dawn, walk a lonely, quiet passageway and hop on a boat. When do you get to do something like that? It felt exciting, like I was on a mission. Partly I was, my mission being to return back home. It was such an abrupt way to say good-bye to Venice but as we steered away I kept my eyes fixated on all of Venice, taking it all in one last time in efforts to engrave every last detail in my memory and whispering in my mind parting is such sweet sorrow.
Fortunately, distance makes the heart grow fonder.