|Living room on the canal|
There's just been a lot going on, with work and fall craft shows and everything else, that a vacation felt somewhere between self-indulgent and an interruption.
Didn't we have enough to do?
Which sounds stupid, I know - who bitches about going on vacation?
I took myself for coffee in town a few days before we left and thought about it, and realized what my problem was.
We've been in the house since the beginning of March, but we're not done yet. And that bothers the hell out of me.
|Sitting area in the bedroom|
I live by my to do lists, and my list wasn't done.
So I didn't deserve to have a treat.
Except . . . what?
|View from the windows|
Craft shows haven't been particularly profitable this year, but (a) the weather's been awful, and a few outdoor shows have canceled, and (b) I think there's some cosmic ledger that says 'you've done well enough on real estate, slow down and let someone else make a few bucks on the craft shows.'
So I exhaled, got over myself, and we went to Venice.
We had a gorgeous Airbnb. When I went there 18 years ago, by myself, I found a small, cheap hotel a few streets from the nearest canal. This time, I wanted a canal view. And I got one.
|Big, comfy bed|
The weather was unexpectedly warm - in the 70s for the first few days we were there - and we left the bedroom windows open when we went out. Big mistake. When we tried to go to sleep that night, all we could hear was the whine of mosquitoes.
|If you look closely, you can see that|
the water is above floor level. Yikes!
After that, we kept the windows shut except for when we wanted to lean out and look at the tiny, narrow canal outside, or smell the slightly stagnant, fishy scent (which I love, but then again, I love when we drive down the shore and the first smell you get is the funky back-bay smell).
It was nice having an apartment as a base. Even if we don't use the kitchen much, or at all, other than the fridge, I like having the extra space and the privacy. Once upon a time, I was the kind of traveler who used dirt cheap bed-and-breakfasts, the kind with the shared bathroom down the hall.
Age and a decent salary has its privileges.
And the fridge did get used, at least. Bottles of prosecco and my new favorite, the bottled Bellini. I've had Bellinis before, but I hadn't realized you could get them pre-mixed and in personal sizes.
Here's to champagne and peach juice for breakfast. Yum!
|The airport opens right onto the water|