The New Dolce Vita with Andrea Ravieli is what the good life is truly all about but, now, I have uprooted myself and returned to my Venice, my Venice In The Sky. This does not mean that the New Dolce Vita is forgotten, no, but it does give me the opportunity to invite you in to my world.
Leaving Andrea Ravieli behind made me question just how it would affect the New Dolce Vita but I know that I have nothing to worry about, our paths always cross. Before reading on, you can find out a bit more about me by clicking the link below:
Back from the urban chaos of Rome, I find myself catching the vaporetto (the boats used for public transport) to meet Marco in the centre. We stroll from Campo S.Barnaba down to area called "erbaria" right under the Rialto Bridge, one of the two main meeting points for University students, of Campo S.Margherita.
Despite the little details once taken for granted that I am now rediscovering, I feel quite confident walking the streets and without hesitation I can move through the tons of tourists, crowding the main streets. Even if I know the shortcut that only real Venetians know, I decide to take the main streets to take some pictures and appreciate the shopping windows. We pass in front of a well; almost in every Campo has one, and all the memories from when I was at school standing in front of it catching the first spring sun rays chatting with my friends flash through my mind. In front of us, we find a nice gondola-traghetto to take us to the other bank.
The sun is starting to set behind the buildings and I realise that it’s time to go home. The first boat I find is the number one that crosses all the Canal Grande.
Actually it's slower than others, but waiting is not a problem for me for I have my camera with me and the atmosphere is perfect to shoot some photo while we are traveling.
The next day Marco and Andrea invite me to have a tea on a street that is new to me. It's a beautiful day. How can I refuse? On the street where my favorite bar is, we pass through the beautiful San Geremia Park also known as Guglie Park (Steeples Park) because of the bridge of the same name that was founded right next to the Jewish ghetto. Time seems to fly and, between one chat and another, it's already time to get back to work on my thesis.
Unwillingly, I say goodbye to my friends and I rush, catching the 52 and in less than half an hour, I am on the Lido. On my way home I bump into old friends that are having an aperitivo in Piazzale Santa Maria Elisabetta. I am tempted at the thought of a Spritz (the typical drink here), but I have to go. Nonetheless, I promise them to have a drink after dinner in Campo Santa Margherita. But that is another story...
Written by Enrico Costantini