It is strange and touching how,
the more I travel,
the more I feel a deeper link to the places I know
or to the cities that have a special meaning to me.
Today for instance,
I wish I could feel the salty breeze of Venice,
sipping my coffee while gondoliers' voices play hide and seek with the channels,
strolling on the Riva dei Schiavoni promenade,
avoiding tourists that rarely understand this city.
And yes,
I am extremely jealous when it comes to Venice.
