Some things just stand out. May 18, 2016
Kim and I made it to Venice yesterday (May 17th) in rapid fashion. We took one of Europe’s many trains and this one cruised through the countryside at 150MPH. Our own AMTRAC will never be the same. The ride was so smooth it was nothing to read, write (or take a nap). After making a few briefs stops the trip ended in Venice. This is a place that I have always been intrigued with. Some good friends took an Italian tour last fall, This was one of their favorite places and I can understand why.
As we disembarked the train we followed signs to the Grand Canal. Leaving the train station we found ourselves at the canal’s edge. It’s tough not looking like a tourist when you are surrounded by old beautiful buildings, water, boats, carrying luggage, sporting cameras while grinning from ear to ear. We were overwhelmed with all the amazing sites and stood out like a typical tourist experiencing Venice for the first time.
After crossing one bridge, turning down two different canals we found our apartment. We settled in and hit the town running, a little slower than normal because I am fighting a chest cold right now that is gaining momentum. We walked across the famous Rialto Bridge and found all sorts of shops, restaurants, caffe’s, water taxis, alleyways, and canals. This is truly an amazing place. A number of people had recommended taking a glass-blowing tour (Mel, we did bring our floss and picks), however we decided to just relax and enjoy the area. We spent a lot of time just sitting on the canal’s edge watching people and the various vessels traveling along the Venetian waterways.
I grew up on the water and when I was young we had an old mahogany 26′ Chris Craft boat. I was real young at the time, but I remember it well. I have always been drawn to those old wood boats, especially one that is well kept. Although, I have seen very few boats familiar to us in Washington/Oregon, many of their watertaxis look alike. However, I see a few wood ones cruising around. There happens to be one that stands out among the others. It is simply beautiful, the deck glimmers from all the varnish. You can tell that this one is “well loved and appreciated”, it just stands out.
As we have now traveled through sections of the Israel, Turkey, Greece and now Italy, we have been asked numerous times, “what stands out” from our travels. Our responses are many, but I wonder about asking that question of ourselves. What stands out in our lives and can others see and appreciate it?
(I am posting this Thursday 5/19 in the morning and my cold is doing much better)