Photo by Corey Amaro
The beginning: The entrance to San Marco Square.
Nothing can prepare your senses for the wonder of Venice except an enormous heart, strong legs, an empty stomach and ears ready to the sound of no cars.
Venice is just another word for Beauty.
You cannot walk one itty bitty inch without mouthing: "Oh my God."
I am worried that God is wondering why I keep saying his name out loud. So I keep reassuring him I am just in awe.
What creative minds, hearts, and hands to create such wonders.
I want to be Italian.
I miss John when I am here.... Oh Biale, this is you.
Merisi took photos of me standing hopelessly in awe...
She would remind me, "Take photos!"
She took 600 in six seconds.
While I sighed, "Oh my God."
And licked every single thing in sight with delicious wonder.
Merisi knows Venice like I know the French brocante.
So she took me to a brocante shop.... Hello!!! I mean... "Bon Giorno!"
Merisi knows everyone in Venice... at the antique shop they offered us a glass of champagne... it was before noon... Of course I drank every single drop, and ate every single item in their shop... poor poor suitcase why are you sooooooooo small? Why are their soooooooo many steps in Venice?
I'll follow you anywhere.
Can you imagine: No cars, not mopeds, no bikes, no skateboards, no wheels... just feet and paddles....morning, noon and night.
And one pastry shop after another serving Fritelle di Carnevale, with the pastry chefs' calling out, "Merisis! Come on in! Come! Taste this! Drink! Bon Giorno!"
Fritelle... with cream, white chocolate, dried saturated in liquor... "Oh my God, how many of these can I possible eat in one day?"
God shakes his head at me, "Dang girl, slow down, you are in Venice for a week, and Merisi knows everyone.... five a day is plenty don't you think?" Then he adds, "Don't forget, Tiramisu at night."
Poor poor hips.
Venice, glorious Venice... more much more to come... gee I wish I could speak Italian!
Will have to do... for now.