Arrival in Venice
On my first trip to Italy, Venice was the first city I visited. It was just as I expected; magical and lovely. A city that floats. For someone like me who lives on the Atlantic coast a mile from the beach, it was perfect. Other cities I’ve visited in Italy have disappointed me. Not Venice. This May, on my fifth trip to Italy, once again I made Venice my first stop. After taking six forms of transportation (taxi, train, plane, and so forth) I stepped onto a vaporetta (water bus) and was once again transported in time and place. The weather was perfect and the deep, blue sky spread gloriously over the unmistakable green water.
On the vaporetta I stood in the front as we floated past the mysterious, fading glory of the palazzos along the Grand Canal. The sun sparkled on the water and the water cast mystical shadows on the facades of the buildings. I found myself with a lump in my throat; a traveler’s experience I’ve had less than a handful of times when a place is so extraordinarily special it makes me feel as though I am supposed to be there.
This was the beginning of my long dreamed about foodie trip to Italy. Venice may seem like an odd place to begin a food trip since it’s not the first place you hear about when people talk about Italian food products and eating. But these people haven’t met Enrica Rocca and they haven’t shopped for food and cooked with her in her Venetian apartment. Stay tuned.