“We are passing the phur… Føræuorislands…”
– That dude flying the plane
My goddaughter turns 18 this year and my gift was a weekend trip to whatever destination she wanted. She chose Iceland and we spent 1,5 days shopping for vintage clothing and eating rye bread ice cream in Reykjavik, and an 8 hour guided trip around the Golden Circle.
“The experts are right, he thought. Venice is sinking. The whole city is slowly dying. One day the tourists will travel here by boat to peer down into the waters, and they will see pillars and columns and marble far, far beneath them, slime and mud uncovering for brief moments a lost underworld of stone.”
– Daphne du Maurier, Echoes from the Macabre: Selected Stories
I visited Venice in 1998 with my friend, Christin. We were on interrail and decided to pop by the city of water… Turns out water creates humidity, who’d a thunk? What I remember mostly about my trip here back then is dying from the heat.
I had completely forgotten how incredibly beautiful Venice really is.
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Bev: “Phew… It really is hot in here, isn’t it?
Douche #2: “If you don’t like it, you can wait outside.”
Uuukey… That’s one way to respond when someone is in a clammy, hot ATM-room with you just trying to make conversation… But I guess, if you’re “special” 😛 Continue reading
Masai dude: “I would like to live in Norway. Is it sun there?”
Me: “Oh, my sweet summer child…”
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