Text and images Britt-Arnhild
It is 4am and I am up, waiting for the taxi to take me to the airport.
Italy is my destination, and i have no idea when my next post will be up......... Hopefully some time soon.
Anyone wants a postcard???????
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A repost from some time ago:
A Day on Water
Since the first, well, actually the second time I came here, four years ago on our silver honeymoon, (the first time I was 14)I have looked at almost every boat. Dreaming. "How I wish I was one of the persons in one of the open boats in the small canals, in the laguna, in Canal Grande."There is nothing to prevent my dreams, and I always have alot of them.
Mauro made this dream of mine come true.
"Are you free tomorrow?", he asked. "Yes, we are, why are you asking?" Mauro smiled and said; "If the weather is fine, not raining, come here at 11.30, and we'll see!
We came. The weather was fine. And suddenly we were out in Maoro's small, wooden boat. Built by his own hands.
Through a million small canals inside Venezia, out on the laguna, crossing Canal Grande. I could never have dreamed the dream better.
Mauro, you are giving us such strong, vivid, wonderful memories.
THANK YOU! GRAZIE!
