Venice... It was good, but in a bad way....
I am here, sitting in a hostel in Florence, dead to the world. My eyes burn with that cool tired sensation. I know if i were to close my little pupils I would probably drift off for 12 hours.
Yesterday was a test of strength and spirit.
To say the least, Venice nearly flooded. And there I was sightseeing like a good little tourist.
Let me put you in the picture, let me show you what I mean... St. Mark's Square was empty. St. Mark's Square was under 6 inches of water, curtiousy of the Grand Canal and the Adriatic Sea.... I was even made a 30 second video of this said phenomenon.
Venice is a city that should not be. It is illogical and not practical. But it's faults are equally matched by antiquity. It is a precious little city, stuck in the middle of a lagoon. It is no wonder that the city was under water for most of November 13th, 2008. Heaps and heaps of rain drove down on shoddy side streets. Lightning flashed every 2 minutes. I actually felt like my life could be in danger. This lightning has to touch down somewhere or on someone. The thunderclaps kept calling my name! I'm sure my number would have been drawn if I were like everyone else with an umbrella....
Along the sea wall there were waves waiting to pull me out to become lost in the lagoon. Boats tore by and waves crashed against buildings. The tide was acceptionally high, due to the full moon...
Folks, we are talking about the perfect storm....
As you can tell, I am still alive. But my camera nearly died... The LCD screen is a little warped and a 50 Euro Note got dyed blue (no one would accept the money until earlier today at the Bologna train station)....
So here I am... Florence, dead tired, thinking about Pisa, pizza, Rome, and home....
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