Today is the Feast if St. Mark. St. Mark is the patron of Venice. So my memory is about Venice.
My first time to see Venice was in 1979. It was also my first trip to Italy. I was going in search of my roots and Venice was the first Italian city I visited. After an overnight train ride from Frankfurt I walked out of the train station and was overwhelmed with the sight and the sounds. Being so overtired from the flight and train I searched out a pensione. Having found one I made my way to my 3rd floor walk up room for a power nap. When i descended a mere two hours later, I was shocked to walk into a flooded ground floor. The attendent shrugged declaring alta aqua! I had managed to come during the season of high water, an event that occurs annually with the flooding of the city. Not wanting to wait i rolled up my pants took off my shoes and began my trek to the piazza San Marco. Another great site of the golden facade of the ancient Byzantine Basilica. Two days in Venice started my love for the homeland of my ancestry.
I would be making a lot more visits to Venice later in life when I was stationed in the Italy with Paula from 1986 - 1989.
La Serenissima!!
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