After a few days in each city, you really start to develop a rhythm of that place and how you relate/jive with it. I think we’ve hit it in Venice and it feels so good.
Undaunted by the prediction of rain, we set out on our morning walk. The weather reports have failed us so many times. In Venice, they change by the hour, as does the weather itself. After a quick coffee at the Pupa Bar, we headed towards Castello. It stayed very gray and overcast all day with temperatures in the 60’s, but it never rained.
We arrived at Arsenale so quickly, I was really surprised. The gate into the bacino there was open and we could see all the way through to the lagoon. Not having a long lens, this picture is inadequate to see it but…
Strolling back, we stopped in at Campo Bragora and went into the Church there. Their claim to fame was that it was Vivaldi’s church and they displayed some historical documentation to show it, as well as this bust of the local favorite:
We came back home for a little while and for me to get my clothes for Pilates! So excited to go. Ken walked with me over to Campo San Luca. He kissed me good bye and went to walk home. Let’s just say he got a little lost. The reformer class was great—only three prople and the level was low so I could concentrate on form and translating the Italian. I loved it!
I walked home fast, on the Pilates high. I love walking fast in Venice, pretending that I really live here and have someplace to be.
When I got home, we were both pretty hungry so we went over to the Pupa Bar for snacks and spritzes. Alcohol in the middle of the afternoon? We’re on vacation! Then we needed a few things at the Coop and we stopped at the fruit stand to get a bag of cherries, which are delicious.
For dinner (I cooked) we had tortellini and onion sauce with some zucchini and a salad. And a €5 cabernet from Friuli from the Coop. Great dinner for us.
This would have been a perfect day for me anywhere, but here in Venice, I’m just so pleased. Lucky us!