The Venetian Charmed Life

Venice has a definite charm. All of the buildings have such amazing character birthed from their age and intrinisic texture. There is a church in every campo (every few blocks) with bells that ring on the hour. This can be quite annoying when straining to understand a difficult Italian dialect or a soft-spoken word, but when it's convenient for me (ha) it is quite beautiful.

The pigeons are a beautiful pest. Venetians hate them while tourists have a love/hate relationship. In foreigners eyes, we view them at first with an awe of newness due to their friendly nature and beckoning approach. But when the approach turns to relentlessness, the relationship turns to hate. I still think they are beautiful birds, their necks have this crazy gorgeous iridescent turquoise. But I will swat it if it comes too close....

I now put peppers and artichokes on everything. Sandwiches, salads. I love them. I like to think that this overuse will continue at home. Along with prosecco and peach tea. Yum.

I don't have gelatto every day. I find it most enjoyable when I'm having a bad day. The act of enjoying this Italian treat tends to make me slow down and enjoy being here again.

On Sundays, with the quiet streets and slowed-down pace of life, I really enjoy Venice. I don't have anywhere to be, not much is open, and I have a minute to reflect on all of the blessings of living here. Like the church bells, gelatto, pigeons, and a slow pace. I am living the Venetian charmed life...