Venice, Italy 2001
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As I open my eyes that morning in mid October, all I could see was the room move around, I could hear the traffic splashing through the puddles outside and my eyes were blurry. The sound of my own breathing was too much for the hangover I was experiencing. I remembered the night before with Stephan at the beerhouse with an incredible meal and lots, lots, lots of beer, and the reason for my headache became clear. Ouch...polkas, beer and pork, What a combination!
Stephan and I had spend the night holding on to each others naked bodies after some serious drunken sex, and we were warm and cozy as the rain squeezed its last few drops over Munich. The peaceful moment was rudely interrupted as my eyes finally were able to focus on the clock. Quarter to nine! I had only fifteen minutes to shower, dress and run the two blocks to the train station.
I skipped the shower although I reeked like beer and was able to steal a last kiss from Stephan as I ran out of his apartment. The train and I arrived for our encounter at about the same speed.
Venice! Oh how exciting it all was. There I was, backpack full and heavy, hangover throbbing and a stomach crying for food, and images of gondolas and canals danced around in my head. The trip form Munich to Venice was amazing. The passage through Austria was amazing. The train went through beautiful valleys where you could see castles perched high on the crests, majestic and saturated of history.
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 Venice 2001 |
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Mention the word Venice to me, and my mind takes off, taking me back in time without me being able to do much about it. The taste of red wine hits me like a train and it leaves me dazzled aching for pasta with veal and tomato sauce that could make you cry, heavenly. Venice to me meant lazy afternoons walking through small streets as wide as a super models on a diet, and the endless breathtaking views of canals, ancient and beautiful temples and buildings, bridges and plazas, people speaking with their hands and paper mache masks of bright beautiful colors.
"Often while traveling with a camera we arrive just as the sun slips over the horizon of a moment, too late to expose film, only time enough to expose our hearts."
by Minor White
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