Venice, Italy

I love love love love love love love Italy. I have been to Venice twice and loved it more. The first time I was there, I saw the most beautiful, clean, uncluttered, white-glazed fullly rounded moon ever. It was so bright and it was so low to the horizon, I didn't need to even look up to see it. It was winter and the sky was so clear, not a bit of particle or a leaf of dusty cloud, it was just miles and miles of clear dark sky. I could not imagine then there could be such a clearly defined moon in its entire glory could hang in the air like that. That experience was like 15 years ago, but it was edged into my mind so clearly, I could describe it even now. I remembered I held tighter to my jumper and coat, while I basked in the light and the chill of the winter air, so crisp and cold yet I felt so warm and cuddly.

I went back to Venice 5 years back and loved it more. This time I had more time to explore and I went walking over its many bridges to many small connecting islands, just shopping and enjoying the best foods Italy can offer.

I love Italy for its life. It is always so bubbly, so loud, so authentic, so real, so human, so living. it is like enjoying life as it is, say it as it is and just be who you are. People are beautiful there, they take their time to make up, dress well, have time to pamper themselves. I love walking in the streets and just have a cup of coffee while I marvel at all the happenings.

I remembered at one occasion, when we were having lunch on the island called Murano, which is an island about 20 mins boat ride awat from Venice, their speciality is linen weaving. It was a crisp cool winter afternoon, the sun was brimming, so you could imagine the people on the island hanging out their clothes to dry, with their bedsheets in white and blue and towels in red, pillow case in yellow, all hanging out in the yard, over their windows, while the wind plays with them, all the colours seem to be flipping in the air, it makes a great picture. (I took some pictures but it was all in slides, I got to find them to convert them to digital format before I can upload them here.) But in the meantime, just imagine, it was the loveliest sight. Moreso, when you could smell the floral scent of the detergent in the air, it sort of remind me of those white linen hung out in the kampung in my younger years, the kind of scent that never left you........so much reminiscence.

We went to a restaurant where they served us lunch with so much food beginning with appetiser to main course to dessert. Then it was the Italian way of going full throttle even on lunchtime -- the yum seng time with wine. We were served bottles after bottles of wine, the great enjoyment wasn't so much the drinking, it was the friendship, the merriment even the those who were eating at the next few tables want to us to join them. And they will raise their voice and laugh and talk in Italian, I could not understand, but who cares about language -- happiness need no explanation!! Oh, my goodness, when I got on the boat to go back to Venice, I was tipsy. I think it was drunk in their joy not the wine..........