Blog September 29 (Michaelmas):
(Guest posting by Jose)
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Another long night.
You wake up. You’re drenched in a cold sweat. For a week you’ve been having the same nightmare. He’s everywhere, behind every corner. Sometimes he watches from a distance but mostly he chases. You try to go back to sleep but the images are still stuck in your head. The mosquitos don’t help either, just hovering and buzzing around your head, waiting for you to slip away into darkness. Around four, you fall into a restless sleep filled with images of alleyways and train stations and the feeling of being watched.
You wake up late, but there’s still half an hour to make it to the café before they stop serving until lunch. Every day you go to the same place, but every day you get lost and only seem to stumble upon it by accident. For all you know it could be a different place every day. Everything looks the same in Venice but different at the same time.
Today it takes longer than usual to find the café. Every path you chose seems to be a dead end. You finally get there but they’re out of croissants so you settle for a panino and a coffee. You eat and leave.
You resist the idea of going back to the hotel. Another day cooped up would make you insane, so you decide to walk. You have no idea where you’re going so you just follow the crowd. Are they tourists, or are they locals on their way to work?
You hope for the second but deep down you know they’re not. You end up by the canal and decide to hop on a vaporetto. The fresh air might help, and you know he won’t be there.
Or will he?
You get on and sit down near the back. You want a good view of everybody who comes on. Time passes and nothing happens but you still can’t enjoy the view: you can’t shake the feeling that he’s on the boat, maybe even right behind you. This isn’t working so you get off and head for Saint Macro’s. It’s a short walk and you only get lost once. The line is long and doesn’t seem to be moving. You’re feeling better though, with all the people around you. How can he find you in a crowd? You look just like everybody else.
And that’s when you notice him. He winks at you and begins to walk over. Your stomach clenches. He’s too close to run. He’s in front of you now. He sticks his hand out and says “Hi, I’m Rick Steves.”
You wake up. You’re drenched in cold sweat . . . .
(For those who might not know, Rick Steves is the author of numerous well-known blue-and-yellow-bound travel books. He is Len’s quick-trip bible.)