My Last Night in Venice, Piazza San Marco
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My last night in
as I could ask for. The evening was clear
and pleasant though the moon was
noticeably absent in this part of the world.
After cleaning up and having a bite to eat
I made my way to Piazza San Marco.
I thought it would be nice to spend my
last night listening to live music and
imagining myself dancing in the massive
square (to much applaud and admirations
of course). Of the three bands I prefer
one but visited all of them for different views
of the square. As the night went on the square
started to flood and I made my way to one
end to take some pictures of the reflections
in the water. As I was waiting for different
groups to take pictures or pass by my spot
(which was the best angle) a large group of
Spanish tourist stopped for a group picture
and were taking turns rotating people in and
out of the scene to act as the photographer.
I wasn’t doing anything so I smiled and
made hand gestures to give me the camera
so I could take the picture. Then an
avalanche of 6 cameras came my way.
It was funny, especially when I held up
my hand to count 1, 2, 3 and they all
started counting with me. They added
there own flare by saying “1, 2, 3 WHISKEY”.
We did this six times and by the end everyone
was laughing. We shook hands, women hugged
me, there was some joke going around the
group about paying me, I caught on by them
making fake hand gestures of handing out money.
I laughed put up my hands and was saying “no, no, no”.
I was waving goodbye when a young lady sitting on
the steps looked up and asked if I was from
about our experiences here in
Sara (who looks like a very young Liv Tyler)
is a summer exchange student in
studying law on the east coast.
We talked about everything from the social
differences of men and women in Italian vs.
American society, to American politics and
gas prices. It was wonderful to talk to such
a thoughtful young person; it gives me
confidence that this next generation.
We talked until midnight when the bands
rolled up for the evening.
Sara said she had to get back to the dorms
before her roommate got worried, I asked
if she needed an escort (forever the Boy Scout)
but she declined.
made a wonderful memory of my last night
pleasure and gave me that weird European
fake kiss thing on each cheek. I watched
her disappear into the darkness……............
turned back to the square, took my last few
pictures, started walking home, and
thinking all this started with one good deed……...
For me the most memorable experiences
don’t come from rushing about trying to
squeeze as many sites in as possible or
stressing about seeing this thing or that.
It’s about the people you meet along the way.
I will remember Sara long after I forget the riches
picture, so if you are out there Sara, send me a pic.