so...i took a train to venice. on a rainy day. never have i seen buildings as raw or as delicately tarnished. i found such true beauty in the small and narrow alleys. we enjoyed 2 days of sunshine, and took our time to relax and take little naps laying along the water, with fresh fruit from the daily market in hand. we met some italians who showed us around and introduced us to the locals. we watched one of the gondoliers, called the "heart of venice" by his friends, sketch his most favorite views of the city in a hidden restaurant. then the two days of rain. we had to say goodbye to our sunbathing, and move it indoors. but something happened to me on this trip. i started to feel a bit lost in the world. here i was in one of the most beautiful places, but not at home (in switzerland). then, i realized what i really missed was the feeling of being home. i have so many things that have become like home in this land, but can't seem to ever see myself calling it a true home. i miss those people who really know me, when the language barrier was no issue at all, and people who i can cry with. so here is another homesick spell. most of my au pair friends say the same, our lives over here are truly way up or wayy down. it is hard to manage and get used to all these new things, and all i can say is i am going to try as hard as i can to appreciate these last 2 months of work here; but am eager to come back as well. 10 months has been a mighty venture.
and then it was time to go home. home for now.
and i left venice. on a rainy day.
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