April 4, 2012
Still sorting through pictures and trip journals. And trying to catch up on real life. I’m actually happy to be getting back to work, which I’m taking as a good sign.
It turns out that Pazin, Croatia is about a three hour drive from Venice, Italy. For a westerner like myself, a three hour drive is nothing. It’s Ft. Collins to Pueblo (assuming no traffic — ha!). So we spent a day in Venice. I loved Venice, despite the crowds (in March — what the hell’s the place like in August?!). It’s like my other favorite cities, where all the history is laid bare and all the beauty you’ve been told about and seen in pictures all these years really is there. Even miles away, when I got my first glimpse of the city on the highway approach, I gasped because it was Venice, I could tell it was Venice, with its gleaming domes and bell towers.
So, when I’m in a city noted for a particular historical period, I can usually put myself there. Like hearing the hoofbeats of horses in Carcassonne. Venice at its height, when most of the really spectacular architecture and statuary was built, was the early Renaissance. Dangerous Beauty territory (and oh, how I want to see that movie again right now, because I’ll recognize it). But that wasn’t what I felt. We arrived at our B&B, a beautiful townhouse a couple of blocks from the Rialto fish market. Our hostess Arianna showed us our rooms and made us all tea, which I took out to our balcony overlooking the Grand Canal.
I didn’t feel the Renaissance, here. I felt like a young Victorian lady on a Grand Tour. In the 1800’s, did some other traveler sit on this balcony, drinking her tea and reflecting on her good fortune? Very probably.
Time travel is real. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.
(The Victorian lady probably did not wear a Fruity Oaty Bar t-shirt. I will grant you that.)