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Postcard from Venice (Also: What do you Mean the Train isn't Running?)

May 23, 2014

Life halts in Italy for a couple of hours at lunch.  Yes, even the trains.  I cannot say that this has not been met with exasperation and aggravation (what do you mean there's no other way to get to Venice?!).  Coming from America, this is startling and rather appalling.  

 

But this is the beauty of Italy - it is oftentimes incomprehensible, inefficient, slow - and to the outsider, frustratingly so.  But this is why they possess the coveted dolce vita.  Nothing is too important than a two hour lunch break where they have molte piatti with friends, family, and who knows how many vinos and espressos.  I think about the many times I've skipped lunch or ate at my desk.  Do I want to wish that same fate on the Italians?  Oh God forbid, no.

 

So my dear train, take your time.  Languor and savour.  Eat slow.  Walk slower.  Take your sweet time.  I will be at the station.  Waiting.  Patiently. 

P.S. When I finally made it to Venice, I wandered into this beautiful restaurant and found where the Italians disappeared to for (at least) two hours.  The waiter cleared many glasses of wine.  Bravo.

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