Unfortunately I have to leave this beautiful place. The only thing that makes me okay with this is the fact that I'm headed to another Italian paradise: Florence.
So far on the trip, all 72 hours of it, I have flown across seven time zones; navigated trains, water taxis, side alleys, and gondolas; eaten more carbohydrates than anyone, no matter how fit, should eat in three days; worn a makeshift long skirt inside St. Mark's; climbed the Venetian bell tower; and befriended a gondoliere named Fabio. It's certainly been a successful trip to Venice.
I'm currently sitting in the hotel café, sipping espresso and nibbling a croissant (okay, it's my second one of the morning), wondering what today will hold. As far as I know, it's a few trains, one stage coach, and about thirty new friends waiting for us at the institute of Casa Cares in Reggello. I'm rushing off to lug my heavy luggage down several flights of stairs to catch our train. Certainly more to come soon!
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