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Add water

Can two months have already passed since my trip to Venice?

It seems like an eternity, yet it seems like yesterday.

But recent images of the city — St. Mark’s Square flooded, stores underwater, tourists forced to carry their luggage, even their children upon their head — are so foreign to me.

This was not the Venice that I know.

My Venice was surrounded by water, not menaced by it.  The canals did not encroach on businesses, homes or priceless works of art and history.  They were romantic — liquid atmosphere.

Today’s Venice looks swallowed up.  It creeps me out instead of inviting me in.  I hear the clock ticking, the boat that houses their city sinking.

I couldn’t just sit there and pass the day.

Man the lifeboats!

Everything hurts

If you play, ya gotta pay.

I must owe a lot.

I just spent a week in Italy; it was incredible. I returned on Sunday, but had to turn around and go to Boston on Monday for a quick work trip.

It really hurt.

We’re talking, everything hurt.  My sleep cycle was still wonky.  The drive up and back that day was delayed by weather and traffic.  The class I taught went well, I think, but it sucked every last ounce of energy from my body.

Which made everything hurt more.

Luckily, there’s a manual:

I haven’t read it.  I don’t even know what it’s about.  But with that title?

It’s fate.

Or I may still be so tired that it just seems inspired.

Yeah, that could be it.

Day Eight, NYC: incredible journey

Today I made the long flight home.

But those 9 hours, 15 minutes actually went by pretty fast.

It helped that the Jeff Daniels look-a-like seated next to me was just the right kind of friendly without talking too much.  And lunch was served right after take-off.

Then they showed The Avengers.

Then I fell asleep.

When I awoke, I read the book I bought in the Milan Malpensa Airport.  Then I fell asleep again.

Afterwards I watched some TV, courtesy of NBC Universal.  Then read my book again.  Then watched Captain America.

I know I fell asleep during that showing, because it seemed really short.

Then it was time for the pre-landing snack….and this beautiful sight.

I loved my week in Italy, but it couldn’t top returning home to NYC and my doggie.

So happy to be back!

Day Seven, Como: a high note

What’s that below, you ask?

That’s Como.

On the final day of my trip to Italy, we took a tram to a point high overhead Lake Como…then hiked up a steep incline for another 30 minutes to a lighthouse overlook.

In retrospect, perhaps not the best day to wear flip flops.

Como is as picturesque as you might imagine.  It’s not lined with museums or historical points of interest like some of the cities that we visited this week. But if you want to enjoy the sun, the water, a round of golf or tennis — simply relax –

It is perfection.

And then there is the George Clooney factor.  Tragically, I was only in Como for a few hours, so I wasn’t lucky enough to see the city’s other major attraction.

Darn.  I’m gonna need to go back.

Day Six, Vicenza: all that glitters

We have encountered a lot of history and beauty during our week in Italy, and our day in Vicenza was no exception.  But today I chose to focus on the beauty.

No museums for me.

The weather was just so nice — blue skies and warm temperatures after a few days of clouds, drizzle and chill.

So I hit the streets of this lovely, upscale village and shopped.

It’s the place to do it.

The only thing that hampered my trip was the shop merchants’ habit of closing down for 2-3 hours in the afternoon.  I found myself most interested in items that were behind locked doors, but with no signs to indicate when the owner would return…I left with the money still in my pocket.

For instance, I really wanted to look at these leather wallets and tablet covers…but the shop owner was nowhere to be found.

I’ll show him.  I know how to buy things on the Internet.

Still, it is a lovely village filled with nice people.

And as I walked the flagged boulevard toward the train station, I left with warm memories…

…and tired, aching feet.

Day Five, Venice: a day in pictures

I loved Venice.

Loved, loved, loved it.

The guide books had prepared me for the city that couldn’t possibly live up to all the hype.  The great disappointment.  The giant wet thud.

They couldn’t have been more wrong.

Here is just a taste of the jaw-dropping wonderfulness that was my day in the city of canals, Venice.

Riding the water taxi to Venice

Wondering what a water taxi looks like? That’s what.

We weren’t the only ones on the water.

Getting ready to take the elevator in the Campanile (bell tower) to get a bird’s eye view of St. Mark’s Square

St. Mark’s Square

Venice

Venice

We also toured St. Mark’s Basilica and the Doge Palace, which were simply spectacular but did not allow photography.  I encourage you to Google them to get a sneak peek.

It’s not the same as being there, of course.  That was out of this world.

Day Three, Turin: city with a view

I didn’t know it at the time, but when I used to think about Italy, the city that I saw in my head…

…was Turin.

This is a shot of that gorgeous Italian city from the viewing station on the Mole Antonelliana tower atop the National Museum of Cinema.

Everything about Turin charmed me — the piazzas, the churches, the architecture.

I’m so happy we added this stop to our trip at the very last minute!

No plan here

Does your work week calendar look a bit like this?

Mine too.

How about your weekend?

I’m as guilty as the next person of jamming my work calendar with as much as I think I can reasonably — and sometimes not so reasonably — handle.

(I’m freelance.  The busier I am, the more I make.)

But when it comes to my weekends — or whatever days end up being free that week — I am hesitant to schedule too much.  I crave the lack of responsibility. The chance for solitude.

No deadlines or time schedules.

Spur-of-the-moment activities are always welcome.  But elaborate weekend plans?

That’s too much like work.

Dead heading

We’ve all sat next to a ‘live one’ on an airplane.

You know, that passenger who just won’t stop talking — who’s super psyched about life. Perhaps it’s their first time flying…or they’re on vacation (instead of business like you). And they simply won’t be quiet.

At that very moment — wouldn’t you trade them for a corpse?

A Swedish woman didn’t have a choice.  She sat next to an honest-to-goodness dead body during her entire 10-hour flight to Tanzania.

He was alive when he boarded, but began to have convulsions and passed away soon after take-off.  There were no other seats available, so the poor woman was stuck with her now silent seat partner until the plane landed.

I know it sounds creepy.  And all my sympathies go out to the deceased man’s family and friends.  But ya gotta admit — there are advantages to sitting next to a dead man.

  1. No talking.  If there is, he ain’t dead.
  2. No sharing the arm rest.  The flight attendant can position him to give you maximum room in the row.
  3. No getting up to let him go to the bathroom. (This assumes the corpse is seated next to the window.  That’s where I’d put him.)
  4. All magazines are fair game. Is your crossword puzzle filled in?  Use the corpse’s!  I don’t think he’ll mind.
  5. More drinks and snacks for you. Take an extra Diet Coke and warmed nuts when the flight attendant passes by.  Just be sure to raise your glass in memory of the corpse.

He’s made your flight extra special.

Humor in advertising

Reverse psychology has been known to work on children, boyfriends, even clients.

But on hungry New Yorkers and tourists?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

If the owner of JoeDough Sandwich Shop in the East Village can have a sense of humor about a nasty review…

I’m there.

And I recommend it — sight unseen — to any of my friends and family headed to NYC.  Let’s give this guy some business! 

He’s funny.