Well first may I say that my technological skills aren't what I think they are. Trying to post from another computer just wasn't going happen, so here I am, finally back after 2 glorious weeks in my other home town. There really isn't anything better in life than relaxing, reading, eating, walking and doing the same for days on end. Whenever anyone asks what do I do there with all my time, I have to ask them, "How much time do you have?" I'm more than happy to share with them.
Where should I start. I guess the beginning. Thankfully, the wonderful folks at SWISSAIR got me there safely with hardly a bump.Even though the flight is a long one, I'm thoroughly entertained with the in-flight movie selection(watched 4), decent food, decent wines and comfortable seats---yes, I did say comfotable---in steerage!
Arriving during the day was a novel experience for me. Normally, by the time I land it's dark and Winter has arrived. Here it was July, hot and sweltering. A new experience for me. Roberto was there to meet me and we always start with a welcome Prosecco at the airport bar. The airport was packed, another novelty. Then it's off on the Alilaguna to the Fondamenta Nuove for a quick walk home. Every time I arrive I swear that my suitcase will be light as a feather. Personally, I believe that the humidity weighs things down. Roberto lugs my suitcase over the two small bridges and we arrive. Up 4 flights of stairs and then it's time to refresh and go out on the town.
We have a lot of "traditions" to uphold. Most importantly, my arrival whisky sour at Harry's Bar. After a 10 munute walk through the Rialto, the Merceria, across Piazza San Marco we arrive to find 2 seats at the bar just waiting. Even better, my beloved Claudia is tending bar. He went into retirement, only to reappear again, thankfully. It was wonderful to be remembered and to feel the familiar burn of the bitter cocktail. MMMM heaven couldn't be any better than this. Well, it can! Out came the Polpette and a dish of olives.
Where should I start. I guess the beginning. Thankfully, the wonderful folks at SWISSAIR got me there safely with hardly a bump.Even though the flight is a long one, I'm thoroughly entertained with the in-flight movie selection(watched 4), decent food, decent wines and comfortable seats---yes, I did say comfotable---in steerage!
Arriving during the day was a novel experience for me. Normally, by the time I land it's dark and Winter has arrived. Here it was July, hot and sweltering. A new experience for me. Roberto was there to meet me and we always start with a welcome Prosecco at the airport bar. The airport was packed, another novelty. Then it's off on the Alilaguna to the Fondamenta Nuove for a quick walk home. Every time I arrive I swear that my suitcase will be light as a feather. Personally, I believe that the humidity weighs things down. Roberto lugs my suitcase over the two small bridges and we arrive. Up 4 flights of stairs and then it's time to refresh and go out on the town.
We have a lot of "traditions" to uphold. Most importantly, my arrival whisky sour at Harry's Bar. After a 10 munute walk through the Rialto, the Merceria, across Piazza San Marco we arrive to find 2 seats at the bar just waiting. Even better, my beloved Claudia is tending bar. He went into retirement, only to reappear again, thankfully. It was wonderful to be remembered and to feel the familiar burn of the bitter cocktail. MMMM heaven couldn't be any better than this. Well, it can! Out came the Polpette and a dish of olives.
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