I have no account of all times I've heard "Venice, what is it about Venice other than millions of tourists, fake masks and glass from China? Why do you continue to go back there?"
My Venice, or my Venezia (why give the city another name as long as Venezia is the real one) is not at all like that. Well, some times I can't avoid the tourist streets, or the vaporetta during the rush hour. But as soon as possible I leave the boat, I take a "wrong" turn and I find myself in the middle of the real Venezia, the Venezia for Venetians. As soon as you do that, you will know what I am talking about when I tell you that Venezia, La Serenissima, has its very special place in my heart.
The last few days I've been counting golden moments
- lunch for two on a small table along a canal. He with a sketchbook and colours, making a painting of her while she read aloud for both of them from an old book in her lap. The food getting cold, but who cared
- the pure joy of two dog's first meeting of the day
- two empty spritz glasses
- the whistling of the glass workers across our canal
- four small girls playing in a campo while their parents chat
- me: Terje, why is our life so good? Terje: because it consists of you and me