October 1, 2011
Wake up, Venice!
We arrived in Venice last night just before sunset, in time to revel in the evening's pink sunset falling on the Grand Canal, to sip Chianti, and enjoy the end of the day bustle of people coming and going on the vaporetto.
We watched the piano nobile in the huge private mansion just across the canal from our hotel being prepared for the night's party, complete with gigantic crystal chandeliers glowing, candles lit on the steps of the dock to warm guests arriving by boat, and footmen. Stripe-shirted gondoliers stroked through the water in front of us, enchanting other Venecian guests in their slim shiny black vessels. Venice is so much more beautiful than I'd ever imagined and I had had pretty high expectations.
After lingering at our table to soak up the pealing church bells and attuning our ears to conversations in the most romantic of languages, we strolled our travel-weary selves back to our charming hotel to collapse.
Hurry Up, Venice! Wake up!
Sticks Forks Fingers is off seeing the world and will return all too soon.