Venice in between time
I woke up early on a Saturday morning, 0545 in the morning. The sun was already shining, Tom Misch on my iPhone plays through a speaker box. No time for breakfast. I’ll eat something on the train there.
“There” is a place I had only ever heard about from people who had ever been there. No one I know has ever been there more than once so I paid it no attention before. But because I have to take a ferry to Rovinj from there, I might as well tick it off the box as a place visited.
The train from Rome was a little over three and a half hours. When I arrived, it was much different, much larger than I expected. Water canals are everywhere, I haven’t seen a car since I’ve been here. For me that’s always a good thing. Because there are no cars that’s not to say there isn’t traffic. Gondola boats are everywhere. Their navigators, the Gondolers, all seem to be a bunch of rough neck locals, trained in the skill passed down by their forefathers many generations ago.
All in all, I enjoyed my time in the city enroute to Rovinj. I’ll be the first person I know that has returned after the first trip.