I remember the time in Macau when I was a kid that my only dream at The Venetian was to ride the gondola, and yup I have experienced to ride a gondola in there (yay kiddo self). But of course growing up my dream blossomed and told myself I will go to Venice and experience the real gondola culture in that Italian city...thus, the start of this story.
It was a cold summer night (forgive me for being cliché and translating the song on its literal meaning haha) when we arrived in Venice, it was frightening but exciting. Each small alleyway provided something grand for me that I was so thrilled to discover in the morning.
Colours, colours everywhere, I woke up with so much colours on my eyes! Peeking the local scene from the windows added more urge for me to just rush and explore already! Even though we just woke up that time, I still decided to go out of our place with my pyjamas on trying to claim that Venice was my home.
We then started to walk and because we all know that the Venice proper doesn’t have cars but only boats and our walking feet, so yes, we decided to walk. Hey, it’s our first day and I was so happy that my mum was up for walking from our place in Guglie to San Marco. If you’ve been there, you know how far it is, but we did not mind, because the time we got out of our place friendly locals greeted us with their loveliest smiles.
A lot of things came to my mind after our breakfast in a small cafe, first is that Italians besides being so nice truly know how to relax. They take time to speak with their friends, take time to have their coffee, and overall they just know how to take time. I want that for myself, honestly, but growing up in a fast paced country with long working hours and fucked up traffic hindered me in just taking time. I could rant about this over and over again, I try to be positive, but I have only achieved complete positivity in Venezia.
Pizza shops, gelato shops, and all other shops were everywhere during our walk. Honestly, the whole walk did not bore us, because there’s just so much to see and we totally drooled over the amazing architecture in there. Mum even asked a lot on how everything was built in the city, indeed it amazed her.
And at last after an hour of constantly walking, it feels like a "eureka" moment, as we entered the arch that will lead us to Piazza de San Marco! Of course there were much tourists but nevertheless it was a beautiful plaza with so much to see and celebrate.
Our day was then continued with walking and just walking and eating pizza, pasta, and gelato. But let me share with you this, one of those things that I am still missing in Venezia is their art scene because art is really everywhere!
Different museums, unique galleries, and we even got to visit the Zaha Hadid exhibition at the Palazzo Cavalli-Franchetti by accident. One word for that was it was beautiful (with heart-eyed emoji on our eyes)!
More walks happened and finally it was time to end our day with a gondola ride. The feeling was just perfect and all I know was I was so happy that time, nothing else.
Excitement welcomed us the next day, because I was finally going to Peggy Guggenheim (slash one of my ultimate goals in life)!!! Being there opened a lot of artistic possibilities in my mind and all I wished was to be there every single day, to appreciate art and to see people truly appreciating art.
We then went to two islands of Venice, first was Murano, however we did not stay long. And the last one was Burano, the one that capped off my trip.
Being in Burano was simply an extraordinary feeling, seeing how people continuously put much effort to design their houses and shops was completely a (for the lack of words) great feeling.
I honestly don’t know how to end this very (veryyyyy) long letter, because in the first place Venice took all my words with it. So to end this, allow me to say this, I will go back Venezia, I promise I will.