It’s true. Venice is a tourist trap. It is groaning under the weight of people as much as it is soaked by increasing washes of acqua alta. It is claustrophobic and impossible not to get thoroughly lost…continuously! When the tides are very high the waterbuses (vaporetto) stop running leaving one stranded. It is wet, wet, wet. Who would go there? Who, having been, would ever want to go back?
(After five days I said to my traveling companions, “I don’t think I’ll ever come back here”. They nodded in agreement.)
It’s a lie! I don’t mean what I said about not wanting to go back.
The enchanted city has caught me. In the few weeks since I was there its spell has been intensifying, working its way into my emotional landscape as surely as an incoming tide.
Venice – wait for me! I will surely return.