Ready for one last trip out of Padua, in the morning of the seventh of January my husband, parents-in-law, Australian friends and I caught a train for a short 30 minute journey to magical Venice. I was feeling very touched and unsteady as I usually feel when traveling to Venice. The idea of visiting this magical city once more filled me with gratitude and happiness. The one to Venice is an unmissable trip when I return to Italy, but still every time it is a gift to find the time to go and experience the powerful, surreal Venetian atmosphere.
But this time was a little bit different for me, I deliberately left the map behind and started to walk wanting to get lost in those narrow streets, between bridges and churches, I was hoping to get completely absorbed by that reality. Venice is possibly the only place that I have ever experienced that connects my inner fears and widest imagination with an embracing truth. Every step that you take is a step closer and deeper into your feeling whatever you choose it to be, if you feel scared and unsecure than you’ll lose yourself into that labyrinth of canals, if you feel loved and romantic you will take any opportunity to express your feelings, if you are nostalgic or sad the intimacy of some views and corners, the warm leading of those narrow paths will certainly give you an additional reason to be nostalgic, and your thinking, fantasizing, reliving process will find a rich soil. This last case would be me, actually I could be a good mix of the three.
What I know for sure is that watching Venice rising and setting with the day is like watching a movie: an old favourite, every time it presents you with something new but it never disappoints you, it enriches you offering a piece of internal creation. You can accept it or ignore it. I accepted it with much joy and not less vulnerability. Feeling exposed and sensitive a lot more than usual.
One of my dreams is to spend some time living in Venice to totally taste what the town wants to donate me. It inspires my dreams and my opened-eyes life, I imagine of being there to witness the going by of the four seasons, the chancing in colours, in the rhythm of the water, the sounds in the piazze.. To spend the days walking an uncountable number of steps, seeking for new views and the same majestic churches, reading tons of books sitting on a bench, losing the sense of time…
I know I am going to do it, but for the time being it remains a dream. As it should be, at this moment in time I am running towards other goals, fighting for different prizes, and living an everyday life that I truly enjoy in a new way. I am now living the dream of the Giulia from a few years ago that has now turned into reality, opportunity, the unexpected. Melbourne is my home and it’ll continue to be for as long as we are happy here.
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