My best friends mother has planned a fun trip for them both to southeastern Europe and kindly invites me to come along. It’s a stretch since I’m not yet back to work after my two years on the road, but I wouldn’t miss the chance to travel with Sharon and Heather. Sharon is a consummate traveler and bargain hunter and has found a wonderful end-of-season tour at a great price. And Heather, her daughter, has been my best friend for nearly 20 years. So on the first of November we plan to meet up in Venice. A friend of Sharon’s accepts her invitation too, and now we are a foursome.
On Halloween, as I lay in my hotel room with a cold, mother and daughter arrive. I’m so happy to see them. We wander over to a grocery store for some supplies for an in-room picnic, our first of many for the trip. And thanks either to Sharon’s good-traveler supplies or her and Heathers good company, I start to feel a little better.
The next day we meet up with our fourth at a hotel by the airport and we all head into the old city Of Venice for some sightseeing before our departure to Croatia and Slovenia tomorrow.
Heather has remembered a chapel we visited for a concert of Vivaldi many years ago and tells her mother about a beautiful statue she saw that night. Somehow the artist created the very realistic illusion of a woman wearing a veil in his marble statue. And against all odds, I eventually lead us back to this church to see her again. She is even lovelier than I remembered.
Ah, Venice, you are so beautiful.