Despite my friend’s harrumphing over the expense (nearly one-hundred euros for less than an hour), I’m dead-set on a gondola ride this trip. Just because I’ve been blessed with a second chance at Venice, doesn’t mean a third visit will come about any time soon.
|Gondola Traffic Jam in Canal off of Piazza San Marcos- Chris Ciolli|
When Carlo lapses into silence, I turn to our fellow passengers. “Where are you from?”
He answers me in a string of fluent Italian and I catch bits and pieces. Living in Venice is very expensive. So expensive, in fact, that he, Carlo, has moved
to a nearby city and commutes to Venice daily via train. “Also,” he says shrugging his shoulders, “it’s so inconvenient.” The canals, the bridges, the stairs, they make grocery shopping, moving, and generally everything more difficult.
My mouth hangs open for a moment, before I clamp it shut, and use it to smile at Jesus as he slides the ring home on my finger. “You like purple, don’t you?” he asks nervously.