Vagabond

I feel that this trip to Italy is like attending
weekly sessions of beauty therapy. The universe silences my internal negativity and shouts: "Come rest your mind child, inhale the beauty of the world!" I must say, the universe is pretty persuasive.

The train ride to Venice showcased the marvels of the Italian countryside in rapid succession. The rolling grassy hills and vineyards, the crumbling ruins, the distant castles and cathedrals. I smiled like a fool and pressed my forehead against the window, letting the cool of the window add to my spirit of utter content.My travel buddy, Zdan and I chatted aimlessly and tried not to annoy the Italian passengers. Time wore on and maturity waned. Dancing ensued followed by a raucous game of cards. By the tim

e we crossed the bridge to Venice, my heartbeat was in my ears. We were here.

Our friends arrived that evening, after a few mishaps (I got lost), we found our way into a decent restaurant. Dinner was delightful but expensive. The sit down cost was unexpected, but alas, we paid and went out into the night. Finding the way home was a challenge, I succeeded in getting us back to our hotel, but not to the club many of my friends wanted to go to. However, we ended up spending the evening in an Irish pub.

The only thing more amusing than 12 college kids sleeping in one room, is the fact that we were short 3 beds. Nevertheless, some gentlemen chose to sleep on the floor and our problem was solved. The room was like a 12 year old's sleepover. We giggled as we brushed our teeth, we joked after the lights had been turned out, we talked and talked (about who would die if this were a horror film), and we tried to sleep, but not before a chorus of "Goodnight Zdan...Goodnight Wiley...Goodnight Hannah...Goodnight Airiel...Goodnight Theresa....NO!"

The next morning we had breakfast and went to the Piazza San.Marco. This church boasts a solid gold alter and Byzantine Mosaics. We walked slowly through the church and marveled at the beauty of it all. From the vaulted ceilings, to the delicately carved columns, everything was breathtaking.

Next, we journeyed to the island of Murano via waterbus (boat). The ride to the on the waterbus was fantastic. We cruised along on the Adriatic and Sea enjoyed the breezes as they c

ame.

Murano was beyond gorgeous. The turquoise waters, the whitewashed buildings and the winding streets made me feel like I was somewhere in another time. We meandered to find lunch and little glass things made by the famous Murano glass-blowers. Then we found the best little Gelato shop and enjoyed the cold treat.

Soon, it was time to head back to San Lucia to catch our train home.