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Final moments in Venice

A few comments about the accommodations in Venice. Through the single room was small, it provided exactly what I needed and left nothing to desire. The sheets were impeccable, comfortable and in good condition. There was an extra pillow in a small closet that, despite its size, was plenty big for hanging and storing clothes. Also in the closet was a good size safe. The bathroom was large and as modern and clean as any bathroom I’ve seen and the shower was superb. Great temps and water pressure. The air conditioning worked well, thank goodness, as the weather is much like little rock, hot and humid. I thought people would dress conservatively, but I was wrong, lots of cleavage and even the short shorts – and not on Americans. Speaking of, I’ve met a couple of native English speakers but not many at all. I’ve noticed more Canadians than Americans it seems.

Anyway, back on the  CENTRO CULTURALE DON ORIONE ARTIGIANELLI Religious house. Fantastic.

It was tough to wake this morning because it felt like 2 am when my alarm went of at 8 am. Breakfast was included and was delicious yogurt with some pastries and cereals. And the best coffee ever. I even had a cup of the chocolate drink which is like coffee but is chocolate instead (I know, this sounds like hot chocolate, but was different). I was then able to check out, store my luggage, and walk to the Peggy Guggenheim Museum.

Thank goodness I did not skip this slice of heaven! I do wish I’d spent more time there but I got nervous about getting to the train station so I rushed a little bit. Much to my surprise and delight, as soon as I entered the courtyard, I noticed a sign that said, Nasher Sculpture garden. Same family as the museums we visited in Dallas! The collection was amazing because the building still feels like a home, with incredible pieces tucked in every space and wall. Rothko, Kandinsky, Pollock, Dali, Picasso, Braque, Clemente, Twombly, the list goes on and on and I was smiling from ear to ear the entire time, looking quite like a goofball, I’m sure.

imageI’m now on a train departing the Venice train station after a rather arduous water taxi to Ferrovia to catch the train. I didn’t know they would allow so many people on one boat and was afraid we would tip or sink. Anyway, I muddled my way through the train station in a bit of a panic forgetting that my train ultimately goes to Rome, so I was erroneously looking for the train to Florence instead. Finally, a only slightly annoyed woman in a perfume store set me straight and I hopped right on.

Oh, and a big shout out to the Reinholds!!! Your goody bag has rescued me many times. There is a man on the train near me with a gnarly cough. Emergen-C to the rescue! Molte grazie!

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A Dreamy Day

For the next three weeks, my blog will be dedicated to an Italian adventure where I plan to see the art I’ve admired from afar since childhood as well as participate in an Artist Residency. Every couple of days, I’ll post an update for friends, family, and anyone who is interested. So here it goes!

I’ve dreamed if visiting Italy for years, which makes the first stop – Venice – perfectly appropriate. Everything about Venice is like a dream and I’ve floated around today in and out of mazes, bridges, cavernous pathways, inviting Campos and gleaming Piazzas. The only reminder that is is not a dream is my tired feet.

imageAfter hearing a variety of reactions to Venice, I did expect more grit and odor. But I’ve been delighted to experience nothing but gleaming, though sometimes showing wear and tear, neighborhoods and sites. Just like other visitors, I’ve found surprising encounters with masterpieces in every church. There are beautiful flowers everywhere, and the gelato. I’ve never seen so much gelato.image

Speaking of which, I wasted no time in sampling a bit at lunchtime. Those who know me, might wonder how gelato fits into my recent “no sugar” effort. Let me say this, coming to Italy as a non drinker is one thing. It might sound like madness to pass on the wine in what is considered vino paradise for many. But, for me, skipping gelato would be downright lunacy.

Another reminder that, while Venice is certainly full of tourists, there are real people who make a life here, and who apparently go too Zumba classes at the local gym. I took this pic for you, Krissa.  I suppose you could get a job almost anywhere!image

It is hard to pick, but I’ll mention a few favorites from my brief time here: the Accademia is a must see. Ditto for the Doge’s Palace. Regardless of your taste in or knowledge of art, the details, furniture, views, architecture and sculpture is a feast for the eyes and mind. The sculpture, history and details in the Frair Church are almost too much to take in…I came out gasping for air simply due to the mind boggling amount of art.  Of all the Campos, I found Campo Santa Margarita to be the most inviting and entertaining. Perhaps it was because it was dinner time and especially festive. Perhaps it was because the sun was setting and the light and temp were just right. Or perhaps it was that homemade gnocchi with fresh tomato sauce I gleefully inhaled.  Like I said, it is hard to pick favorites.  I’ll stop here – tomorrow off to Peggy Guggenheim’s place and then ciao Venice, buongiorno Florence.

PS, Jackie and Ellis, look what made it to Italy! And, yes, the room looks Spartan, but it is not! Absolutely perfect location, peaceful and modern, and comfortable. I’ll tell you about it if you want the info.

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