MEMORIES OF VENICE 2015 – Reflections of Venice
When asked to write about my favorite memory of Venice, I hardly knew where to begin. I mean, how do you choose one single memory of one of your very, very favorite places on Planet Earth?
How do I describe the thrilling rush of walking out of Santa Lucia train station and literally having to catch my breath when I realize that I really, really am here!? The first time, the fourth time, no matterthe same giddy sensationwanting to almost squeal with delight. I almost have to close my eyes and pinch myself
Si, I really am in Venice, I tell myself stepping onto a vaporetto and, caressed by the gentle breeze while cruising down the very grand Grand Canal, I just cant resist smiling Oh, that silly satisfied grin!
Every time I walk through the loggia and enter Piazza San Marco, I re-experience that same goose-bumpy tingle. Ah, sitting at the Caffè Lavena sipping on a chilled celebratory Prosecco and just soaking up the sheer gloriousness of it all
Then a slow stroll and nod to Torre dellOrologio faithfully telling time and Basilica di San Marco glimmering and shimmering in the golden light. Walking in the shadow of the Campanile di San Marco, chiming jubilantly as lovely serenades float in the air from elegant outdoor caffès. Si, I am enthralled. Magical Venice, surely you are the stuff that my dreams are made of.
A picture may well be worth a thousand words, but a thousand pictures arent enough to capture la Serenissima. Proud and self-indulgent, she flaunts her charms, her beauty and even her flaws. She is an unashamed exhibitionist posing for us, eternally admiring herself in the mirror of her reflecting waters.
And for me, she is simply irresistible. It seems that every surface was intended to reflect her ever changing moods. The pale pink stone of the elegant Palazzo Ducale and delicate pastel pink glow of the street lamps create a dream-like hue.
Strolling out toward the Bacino di San Marco, where thousands of ships once launched in battle and dominated the seas for centuries, San Giorgio Maggiore is bathed in the glow of the setting sun. At rest after a long day, empty gondolas bob gently in their moorings while their owners pause for a smoke or idle chat.
Its hard to describe what its like to be in a place where everything happens on water. And theres nothing to compare with seeing and experiencing Venice from the water. But its gliding along in a gondola with only the sound of softly lapping and sloshing water against the walls of the once elegant palazzi that evoke nostalgic reminders of her past splendor. Diva that she is, she remains proud despite her frayed edges and one cant help but long wistfully for those days of elegance and opulence to return for her.
Splendid, evocative and elusive, for me Venice is eternally mysterious and enchanting. She captivates and bewitches us, ignites our imagination and romantic fantasies and weaves her magical spell around our heart. She invites you to lose yourself literally and figuratively and just surrender to her charm.
High among my favorite moments are those that we have shared together, alone. Oh, yes, you can be alone in Venice. Even in a crowded calle or vaporetto, somehow she can make you feel she is there just for youafter all, that is part of her charm. And its in those very personal, intimate moments that I find my favorite memories
But I must leave and, before Ive even finished packing to leave, I am already feeling the heartache of separation and that longing to return and to fall in love all over again
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