Last Friday, March 2nd, I departed Florence for Venice. My heart was all aflutter with excitement and anticipation. I had never been to Venice before and didn't know how it would compare to the picture in my head. Let me tell you, it was so much better.
Venice was quiet and tranquil. Being early March the city wasn't too overrun with tourists yet and you could still navigate the city freely. Sure, we all went to a few churches and had group activities but that's not why I loved the city so much. The truth is, Venice reminded me of home, but in a completely new and fascinating way.
The water lapped against the man made islands the way it does on the South Pier in Grand Haven. There was a smell of fish and fresh air and the sun beat gently on your face. It was perfect. It didn't have the beaches or the shops and it wasn't configured in the same way as home. They really don't resemble each other at all. But they felt the same.
Venice made me long for Spring Lake River and boat rides, fishing and Lake Michigan, the board walk and sand. It also made me feel calm and peaceful, though, too. It was a clash of what was right and what shouldn't have been possible. Venice was beautiful. But I have a sneaking suspicion that high tourist season isn't quite as fun or quiet.
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