Three days was not enough time for Venice and I to get properly acquainted. She is a beautiful, unique and charming little city. Maybe if I were to be a city, I would choose Venice. She is on the water, as you know, but I did not realize the reality of it. There are no cars! Only boats! And there really are murky blue-green canals everywhere you turn. And old stone bridges that curve over them.
What I enjoyed the most was the Peggy Guggenheim Collection. It is a small museum, but it holds such contemporary-art treasures by Klee, Pollock, Picasso, Calder... Oh, I could go on really. You know how I feel about modern art.
Friendships are growing and flourishing, but I am ever and always thinking of my loved ones at home in Seattle and Santa Barbara.
It is hard to believe that Italy is behind me now. Yes, I am in Vienna, Austria. I do not know this language in the least, and I am not too fond of sausages, but as Annie sings when she moves into Daddy Warbucks house: I think I'm gonna like it here!
