Hey all.I'm getting the hang of things here in Venice... settling into a rhythym. I love catching the vaporettos, shopping at markets and wearing rubber boots. I love drinking great wine, poured into recycled plastic bottles straight from the vats, that’s cheaper than the still water the bottles used to contain. I love the impromptu jams on guitars at home or the Mozart lashed out by a friend on a piano in the lobby! I think I’ll be just fine here and it all feels strangely normal. Living in Venice is unlike any other city. You know, even in a new place, there are similarities or foreign equivalents to the things you know. Not here! Even the Italian kid is battling. This place is not designed for modern living. There is no supermarket or department store, no pool joint or club. Everything remains fragmented as I s’pose it was in sixteen fifty-f’kol. Bread you get from the baker, meat from the butcher, produce from the market, wine from the brewery (or wine place… whatever you call ...
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