Thursday 23rd September

 

23/09/04 Day 82

(there's no point just to San Marco taking lifts)

We were going to get up early first everyone in the whole world decided they wanted to have a shower at the same time as us and we ended up leaving late and getting to San Marco to find a 10 min (only a guess) wait for the basilica and the same for the tower (we'll come back later we thought. And so I wentoff on my own for my long-awaited souvenir shopping trip during which time I bought the coolest gondola-shaped pasta and got very excited about murano glass bonded which I had decided I needed but the nice ones were expensive and the cheap ones were tacky. So I gave up on all that and went to an "art gallery" instead. It was an oriental and modern art gallery like first sector consisting of funny specs and Chinese vases - not my cup of china tea. The modern art was a lot better - several paintings of Marco and other energy places well soon. I was slightly disappointed to only find two pieces of likes and one piece of flint but this was also some lander(icky) and I discovered a very nice painting called "skiing the peck told bought the patterns". It always amuses me when they sell postcards of artists they don't exhibit, incidentally. By his time I wasn't normally going back to St Marks to check the queues. So I wandered back home (and deciding on the way that the Sanita Cross and San Polo (Regions of Venice are my favourite). And when then you could a gut without after a hard day's shopping than

to be wined and dined in an exquisite Venetian restaurant with a table canal-side and quality service (from a waiter who taught me "cinciere" - to share). We read (well Brian read as) the menu back to front (you know what I mean!) and we ordered a jug of wine, sardines to share for the antipasti, gunnach and cheese filled pasta parcels with a sauce of tomato for the primo piatto and grilled fried, boned potatoes and mixed vegetables for the secondo. Ninth. Joy did not, however, cure tumasia and so, after getting a cheap photo taken we set of home with the dark Venetian streets. Along our meal it was nice to see all the travel/gondola making round the canal passed us, as if they were dirty a tours of the restaurants & choosing the nicest place to eat without the walk or too getting lot on the way.

I would rather not remember all of tonight, but for the sake of completeness....

I think that three months of constant worry & stress and the never-ending tightrope walking between too much care and not enough and the emotional roller-coaster of mostly being horrible to me. It like to think I can do anything, but in that moment, collapsed on the bathroom floor. I couldn't have done another

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