“In my opinion you can learn more from walking around Venice for two days than spending four years in London. I’ll tell you how – you just get lost.”
On Friday I finished reading a book
Venetian Masters by Bidisha. The book is about her life in Venice. She is a Londoner but she decided to finish writing her book in Venice.
I visited Venice on three occasions. The first time a visit was the part of an excursion which was lead by a wonderful woman with an unusual name - Narcisa. She had already taught my dad but I didn't find her old when she was teaching me. Actually the excursion was organized by another school where she was teaching too and believe it or not, I was the only one who joined it from my school. Well, I have always been a bit weird. :)
The other visit was during a Carnival time, oh, so many years ago. I guess that was in my teens because one of my school friends was with me. The waters were high at that time and San Marco's square was partly covered by sea water.
The third time I visited Venice was at the beginning of May. It was a short but deliberate stop on the way from the Garda Bike Festival which is organized at Lago di Garda every year. Mostly for mountain bikers. Mostly German's. But pasta is cooked the Italian way. Al dente. With some olive oil and sprinkled with grated cheese, if you don't like the meat version of it.
The last time I was in Venice, was the best. I was there with B. We parked our car in Mestre in a huge parking house. We had to leave a car key there and we prayed to see our car again (and our mountain bikes too). We were lucky. What I wanted to see in Venice then was an exhibition about the Maya people of South America. We had a little map but it stayed in my pocket most of the time. We almost didn't need it, we were lead by an instinct. We passed by the hidden gardens, walked the streets rarely visited by the tourists. The streets were almost empty and there were barely any people staring at the map and feeling lost. It was a warm and sunny day with light breeze. It didn't smell of decay and algae. I felt free that day and when the day ended we both agreed that it had been a wonderful day. The exhibition was great. I touched the stones carved by unnamed craftsmen, I saw the signs written centuries ago.
I have learned on my travels this far that sometimes you have to get lost to see the places visited from a different perspective. This means that you have to keep your map in your pocket not in your hands. Then the nice opportunities come your way and sometimes you may have the best time of your life because of that.
P.s.: The photos were taken on Saturday in the city center.
On Friday I finished reading a book Venetian Masters by Bidisha. The book is about her life in Venice. She is a Londoner but she decided to finish writing her book in Venice.
I visited Venice on three occasions. The first time a visit was the part of an excursion which was lead by a wonderful woman with an unusual name - Narcisa. She had already taught my dad but I didn't find her old when she was teaching me. Actually the excursion was organized by another school where she was teaching too and believe it or not, I was the only one who joined it from my school. Well, I have always been a bit weird. :)
The other visit was during a Carnival time, oh, so many years ago. I guess that was in my teens because one of my school friends was with me. The waters were high at that time and San Marco's square was partly covered by sea water.
The third time I visited Venice was at the beginning of May. It was a short but deliberate stop on the way from the Garda Bike Festival which is organized at Lago di Garda every year. Mostly for mountain bikers. Mostly German's. But pasta is cooked the Italian way. Al dente. With some olive oil and sprinkled with grated cheese, if you don't like the meat version of it.
The last time I was in Venice, was the best. I was there with B. We parked our car in Mestre in a huge parking house. We had to leave a car key there and we prayed to see our car again (and our mountain bikes too). We were lucky. What I wanted to see in Venice then was an exhibition about the Maya people of South America. We had a little map but it stayed in my pocket most of the time. We almost didn't need it, we were lead by an instinct. We passed by the hidden gardens, walked the streets rarely visited by the tourists. The streets were almost empty and there were barely any people staring at the map and feeling lost. It was a warm and sunny day with light breeze. It didn't smell of decay and algae. I felt free that day and when the day ended we both agreed that it had been a wonderful day. The exhibition was great. I touched the stones carved by unnamed craftsmen, I saw the signs written centuries ago.
I have learned on my travels this far that sometimes you have to get lost to see the places visited from a different perspective. This means that you have to keep your map in your pocket not in your hands. Then the nice opportunities come your way and sometimes you may have the best time of your life because of that.
P.s.: The photos were taken on Saturday in the city center.
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I've only been to Venice once and we have no photos of it as shortly afterwards we were at Lago di Garda and our camera was stolen. We always said we'd go back - but so far we never have.
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