I have been lucky to visit Venezia several times during the past years. Every time it is sad to leave. At every leave I say to myself: "I'll be back. I still haven't seen........." and in my mind I make up a list of places I have yet to visit.
Visiting the small island of Torcello has been on my list for several years. I have dreamed of going there so long, but the dream never came true. Not untill now. It was Sunday late afternoon, and suddenly I knew this was my perfect opportunity to visit Torcello.
I had sent most guidebooks home with Terje and Marta the day before, my suitcase was aready too heavy, but I still had one book, almost a hundred years old, "Venice and Neighbourhood. A Practical Guide for the Foreigner", and on the boat out to Torcello I read:
Torcello, which now forms part of Burano, was in ancient times the flourishing island to which the fugitives, fleeing from Attila and the invasion of the Longobards, escaped. It had temples and palaces and was made illustrious by the exploits of its inhabitants, but after the malaria fever, which developed on account of the many stagnant ponds formed, gradually emigrated and the island, after a short time, became competely deserted.........
It was late when I came out to Torcello, and as I walked my first steps on the island, a sad feeling threatened to fill me. Looking back on my week in Venice I knew that so many of my dreams had come true during this stay, most of them together with Terje and Marta, a few after I was left aone. And now, finally I was waking on Torcello. It felt like waking on sacred ground and my heart beamed.
At the same time I felt sad......Was there no more to dream about now? Was my list compete, the circle closed? Would there be no more dreams about Venezia in my life? No more plans to make upcoming trips?
I walked along. It was late and everything on the island was closed. Closed as my dreams?
Suddenly I knew! There would be another day tomorrow. A day when everything could happen. I was walking on Torcello, that was great, but I was walking alone. No hands to hold. But another tomorrow would come, eventually. With me and Terje back on Torcello together. Walking hand in hand. Breathing in the history and the beauty of this island. Together!
The smile was back on my face and in my heart. I took the vaporetto back to Burano and dived into this painbox where every colour in the box has the shape of a house......
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This tale is from my diary Sunday night. Monday came, and another dream happened. The spaghetti vongole dream :-)
Life is again and again teaching me that anything might come true!
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Winners of yesterday's giveaway will be announced tomorrow.
