Sat. June 21
We are just about finished with our first year in Moscow. It's been good. I've been able to observe and wander and really soak in a lot about this city. Beautiful domes sparkle in the sun, overwhelming buildings dominate the view, memories of communism live strong. Yet it is not home, so the largeness of the city, the foreign language, the intense school standards and the business of the job have found us a bit on the weary side of things. It's time for a break.
This morning I woke up in Moscow and tonight I am going to bed in Venice. The sound of waves crashing against buildings will lull me to sleep. We are staying in the most charming apartment away from the bustle of the tourist crowds. Our cozy little place has the sounds of the soccer game coming from t.v.s, women hanging out clothes to dry, children playing in the streets and church bells ringing from the tower around the corner. We left the chilly air behind and are enjoying the freedom of no jackets or sweaters.
The water taxi wound its way from the airport down the Grand Canal. I gazed out the small, water splashed window excited for my first glimpse of houses lining the canals with cathedrals rising in the distance. After settling in we wandered through the streets, over bridges and along the waterways to find a recommended pizza shop. We all savored the flavors, reveling in the homemade sauce and fresh mozzarella balls. A gelato stand beaconed us near. The perfect way to end the evening. I know the night is still young, but we are weary. This vacation is not meant to wear us out as we explore every treasure of Italy. Rather we are here to rest and rejuvenate with a bit of culture and a lot of food.
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