please VENICE to me
It was dark and air is cold. We arrived late after being
left by a plane in Amsterdam.
The bus came to a complete stop. A woman’s voice on a
speaker spoke Italian as if it was music.
“what? Is this the stop?” I asked. Then a friend said, “it
must be.”
I have read earlier on, that Venice has this vehicle control
system. The number of cars and buses are very limited and you have to take
boats to places.
“This must be it!” I thought to myself.
We pulled our luggage where everyone were heading to and
found out that we arrived in a water taxi terminal. Language was a bit of a
barrier since not everyone can speak in English. And so we figured how to buy
tickets for the boat from observing people as they come and go.
We were waiting for the boat and the terminal is lightly
packed. We had time to look around and at first glance, I knew Venice is
everything I imagined it to be.
With moonlight reflecting in the canals, it was a sight to
behold. The gentle waves of the waters underneath the bridges and the light
emanating from the fluorescent bulbs across the bridges were wonderful, or yes,
magical, to say the least.
While on the boat, we noticed a woman speaking casually to
her friend in Italian. Some words we did get like the words “Airbnb”, “Jeremy”. We
sat there and looked amongst ourselves, “is she the one who will meet us?”
however, it would be rude to just barge in their conversation and ask if she
was waiting for us.
Earlier that morning, We had an unfortunate event in
Amsterdam where we had to book a new flight since the airport that we went to
was totally different from what we were supposed to go. (Ignorance is bliss. lol) We should have arrive
in Venice a little over lunch but because of this mishap, we informed that we
will be arriving past midnight. Our Airbnb host informed that he will have
someone meet us at a certain terminal in Venice. So we thought, this lady could
be the one.
When the boat reached our stop, the same lady said goodbye
to her friend. Our guess grew stronger as she was asking around guys for the name “Jeremy”
and yes, it’s my friend’s name! (who's a girl actually! lol) We approached her and asked if she was the one
sent to meet us and she was relieved as we were!
We settled the night having to be guided to our Airbnb
house.
It was a rough day in Amsterdam and the Venetian air got through
us, somehow.
After rummaging the cupboards, checking the bathroom and
inspecting the beds, we hurried to tuck into bed and decide to sort our activities
the following morning.
Good night Venice!
(For Part 2.)
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