Someone – I don’t know who – pooped on the welcome mat. I discovered it early one morning while chasing my teenage son to the school bus with a wet mop as he’s not a morning person,
doesn’t shower enough, and thinks 16-year-old boys shouldn’t have to ride the school bus but, instead, should be driving a smoking hot sports car with booming speakers and teenaged girls taking up every spare inch of space.
But I digress.
As I was saying, someone pooped on the welcome mat, and I’m hoping it was the dog, but in this house with these kids and my particular breed of husband, everyone is a suspect. Being an optimist, I realized things could be worse. For one thing, a) it had hardened by the time I found it and b) I hadn’t fertilized the shrubs in a while. So, finding lemons and making lemonade, I gave the mat a quick flip, tossed the little unwrapped gift under the hopefully hungry yew and called it a morning. Extra cup of coffee, here I come.
I love that extra cup of coffee because it comes with a quiet house and sleeping pets and time to think. It’s that blessed in-between time when all is still and it’s not yet time to report to the home office. It’s my time to sit, to sip and to dream – dream about a cleaner house, thinner thighs, constipated pets and, more often than not, of foreign times in foreign lands with foreign people in a beautiful little space charmingly free of cat hair.
I’ve found such a place in the form of my dream Go with Oh apartment in that magical place known as Venice, Italy. When my dreams take me away like a 747 flying high over my rolling Hoosier farmland, I still find it hard to believe such a place does, in fact, exist. How could this place, this magical watery space, be real?
When I planned my first of hopefully many trips to Venice in the spring of 2012, I spent many a happy idle hour drooling over Go with Oh apartments in Venice. Did I want to be near the Piazza San Marco?
Or was something overlooking the Rialto Bridge more my style? Or perhaps I should consider something half hidden away in the looming shadow of the Santa Maria de Miricoli with her pink laced marble walls and her gleaming dome? Maybe one of the outlying islands would be fun.
While I could have happily searched for Go with Oh apartments for an eternity, I eventually, found what I was looking for – a lovely two-bedroom, two bath beauty with multiple windows and balconies overlooking the San Severo River, with an actual terrace AND an actual fireplace in the kitchen and a wide entry hall just begging for weary travelers to enter, unwind and toss down their luggage. Pinch me until I’m pink, I found heaven on earth!!!
It was everything one could dream of. One bedroom – MY bedroom – featured wooden parquet floors tread by who knows how many Venetian tradesmen. A wooden desk sat between two windows overlooking the canal and a bridge – an actual Venetian bridge with its graceful arch and bobbing boats for neighbors. I could easily imagine that desk and that bridge just waiting for me to show up with pen and paper to sit, stare and write. Venetian glass chandeliers winked overhead. Within the kitchen stood a wide open door to a terrace featuring who knows what kind of wonderful view outside.
I wanted to waltz into that kitchen, open that door and step outside to know – really know – what was out there. As long as it wasn’t a pooping puppy, I knew I would be thrilled!
And in real estate they say what matters is location, location, location and my Go with Oh San Severo beauty had that too. While everything in Venice is near the Piazza San Marco and the Rialto Bridge, this one was so tantalizingly close that I imagine I could stand on that balcony and hear the ghostly breath of long dead prisoners coming from the Bridge of Sighs. I imagined I could pick out the domes of St. Mark’s against the one-of-a-kind Venetian skyline and I knew I
would be able to hear the ringing bells of the piazza’s tower.
Sadly, however, like many a beautiful woman, my Go with Oh San Severo love had many suitors and she was unavailable to rent the week I needed her.
First the denial – no, how could that be??? Then, the heartbreak!
And then, I returned to my Go with Oh apartment list and found the next love of my life, Ca ‘Elena. Think what you will, she was no rebound apartment and in September of 2012, I fell in love with her too. In fact, my heart will always belong to my little Ca ‘Elena.
With that said, I WILL go back to Venice and I WILL take friends and family with me – but not the dog. And I WILL begin a new love affair with the lovely Go with Oh San Severo beauty. Until then, I will wash the clothes and pick up after the children and feed hard cheese and bananas to the dog in hopes of avoiding a
repeat offense on the welcome mat. I will clip my coupons and I will save my pennies and soon – hopefully very soon – I will be making plans and packing bags and sharpening pencils.
Because eventually I will sit at that bedroom desk and I will gaze at that bridge and I will write a line or two about what it means to travel and see the world. I will make memories and take pictures and I will fall in love again with new spaces and places. And, eventually, I will go home, but I will take with me a little of that watery, wonderful world that is Venice, Italy.
Here is a link to my future foreign Go with Oh San Severo home away from home. I’ll share it with you now because I’m a nice person and I know I’m not the only middle-aged mom wrestling with crusty teenagers and pooping pets.
Think of it as my little gift to you – and you’re welcome!
But it does come with a caveat. While I’m sharing it with you, remember one thing – I’ve got dibs on next September.
With that said, get to Venice. Everyone needs a little living, breathing slice of real world fantasy to hold on to. Now excuse me. I have to go diaper the dog.
Robin Winzenread Fritz